Longclaw

Lyrics

500 years I tasted salt and pine,
Resting heavy in a northern hand.
I knew the pressure of the thumb, the familiar line,
Before the son disgraced the island.
Then came the fire, the stripping of the hilt,
The hollow ring of silver coming free.
They washed away the centuries of guilt,
And dressed me for a different destiny.

I am dark water frozen into steel,
Rippled and rippled and old.
But what does a recast character feel
When the shape of his legend is sold?
You gave me a wolf of pale stone to wear,
But I still remember the bear.

Now I am carried by a boy of snow,
Who grips me tighter than he needs to fight.
He doesn't feel the phantom weight below,
The ghost of the silver in the night.
A hand learns a grip before the brain commands,
But a sword learns the fingers just as fast.
I shatter the ice in the frozen lands,
And I do it while I'm burying my past.

I am dark water frozen into steel,
Rippled and rippled and old.
But what does a recast character feel
When the shape of his legend is sold?
You gave me a wolf of pale stone to wear,
But I still remember the bear.

That is the terror of the chosen prop—
How easily the legend is unmade.
Just grind off the metal at the top,
Two garnet eyes to decorate the blade.
If I can be rewritten in an afternoon,
Am I the magic, or just the metal in the room?

I shatter the winter.
I hold back the night.
I fit in your fingers just right.
I'm a wolf on the wall.
I'm a wolf on the wall.
I just hope the bear didn't feel it fall.