What I Was Afraid Of · Track 61 · middle
Stormbringer
Stormbringer — Elric of Melniboné’s soul-drinking sword. Register: fiction. This song is sung BY this weapon, in first person, about the one thing IT was afraid of. Find the fear that is true of this specific object, not a generic one.
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Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] You thought you held the leash, my pale, sad king. You thought the bargain was yours to shape. I let you point me at every breathing thing, A cold, black hunger in a silver cage. Your fingers curled, the schema blurred, Until my iron became your bone and your rage. I weigh exactly six point four pounds when I am dry, But I pull like a moon when a rushing vein walks by. [Chorus] This is the terror of the swallowing dark. Not that I am evil, not the souls I hold. But that a fire eventually runs out of spark. What does the wolf do when the world goes cold? I am afraid of the quiet, my friend. I am afraid of the hour the screaming ends. [Verse 2] I drank your cousin, I drank your love. The runes on my fuller burning a sick, bright white. I drank the marrow, the earth, and the sky above, I howled my gratitude into the endless night. And then I drank you. The bitter final course. A tragedy written before we were even drawn. I know I am a myth, a narrative force, But even a legend can wake up entirely gone. [Chorus] This is the terror of the swallowing dark. Not that I am evil, not the souls I hold. But that a fire eventually runs out of spark. What does the wolf do when the world goes cold? I am afraid of the quiet, my friend. I am afraid of the hour the screaming ends. [Bridge] Now I am resting on the cooling ash. No hands left to pick me up. I swallowed the cosmos in one long flash, And now I am staring at an empty cup. I was just a story about the things that consume you, But what is supposed to eat the rot? I am full of everything. And I am not. [Outro] Just a black blade in the dust. Waiting for a pulse. Waiting for a heartbeat that isn't there. Six point four pounds of iron. No one left to kill. I was a thousand times more evil than thou... But I'm just an object, now.