Doomhammer

Lyrics

They wrote the end before they poured the mold.

I am a heavy noun in a story told at night,
Born in a magma pool on a world that tore apart.
I knew the bloodline, the sweat, the warrior’s right,
The simple arithmetic of stopping a beating heart.
My balance sits two inches below the cheek of the stone,
Built to pull the shoulder forward, to make the falling easy.
Generations of the mountain clan, calling me their own,
I answered every anger, solid, blind, and greedy.

But I heard the prophecy humming in my grain.
The promise of the outsider who would come to take the rein.
I know how to shatter armor, I know how to bring the doom,
But how do you swing a rock for justice?
How do you fit a concept that fragile in this room?

The last of the bloodline chokes on the mud.
The battle lines scatter in the silver rain.
And here comes the stranger, reaching through the blood,
A shaman with a different kind of pain.
He picks me up. The schema shifts.
His muscles hesitate before the strike begins.
I am used to the hand that drops before the conscious mind lifts,
Now I am weighed down by a conscience, and nobody wins.

I heard the prophecy humming in my grain.
The promise of the outsider who would come to take the rein.
I know how to shatter armor, I know how to bring the doom,
But how do you swing a rock for justice?
How do you fit a concept that fragile in this room?

I was a hammer. I was a period at the end of a breath.
Now I am a metaphor.
Now I am a symbol carried by a king.
I am terrified of missing the simple weight of death,
Of being nothing but a hollow, holy thing.

He holds me at his side.
He speaks of peace.
I pull against his belt, pulling toward the ground.
Waiting to learn a word I cannot say.
Just a block of stone, listening for the sound
Of a script I cannot disobey.