Track Insight / Lyrics
Blade in hand, I stand beneath the boughs
Frosty orchard whispers, midnight's not far now
Rust creeps slow, a constant craving
Clear the hilt, filing away the flaws I'm scraping
Flaked and pitted, weight of winters past
Time's relentless tide, the blade must be fast
Cleansing in the flow, as creek water's cold
Razor's edge reforged, stories yet untold
Hexagonal cross section, each groove a verse
Solute in the silver, a witcher's worthy curse
Blood matted! Crusted blood and grime
Lashing rain wets my face, the orchard prime
Silver's solute soaks in, ionizing the hilt
No rust, no flaws, with every stroke so zwilt
Cleansing in the flow, as creek water's cold
Razor's edge reforged, stories yet untold
Hexagonal cross section, each groove a verse
Solute in the silver, a witcher's worthy curse
Rust's old enemy, the witcher's art
Clear the metal, reveal its ancient heart
Gnawing at the steel, silvery-tongued and sly
Silver's solute deep, the blade's alive!
Cleansing in the flow, as creek water's cold
Razor's edge reforged, stories yet untold
Hexagonal cross section, each groove a verse
Solute in the silver, a witcher's worthy curse
Beyond the boughs, moonlight cold and bright
On silver's solute, the blade takes flight
In witcher's hand, refined to lethal grace
The solute's secret, only darkness shall race
Cleansing in the flow, as creek water's cold
Razor's edge reforged, stories yet untold
Hexagonal cross section, each groove a verse
Solute in the silver, a witcher's worthy curse
Blade's solute complete, under the autumn sky
