Odes to Joy

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.
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