You count each boot on broken stone
Fire pops spit embers blown
Your fingers find the bridge you own
The melody drinks the dawn
Footfall hymn rings through the shrine
Bow sings where the knights have died
You play the dark a borderline
Hope sharpens each rising tide
Coins clink in your cracked wooden case
A hollow knight drops rusted steel
You watch the flame dance on his face
The music makes the dark feel real
Footfall hymn rings through the shrine
Bow sings where the knights have died
You play the dark a borderline
Hope sharpens each rising tide
Estus glints at your side view
The keeper hums a tune she knew
You play for those who cannot carry
The weight of cycles breaking through
Footfall hymn rings through the shrine
Bow sings where the knights have died
You play the dark a borderline
Hope sharpens each rising tide
Sunlight medals on your threadbare coat
The bell tolls three from parish roof
You drain the last melodic note
Then pack your bow without reproof
Ash settles on your shoulder blade
The fire snaps a final spark
You've made a hymn from what decayed
An anthem rising from the dark
New pilgrim feet approach the flame
You tune the string to concert pitch
Each sorrow gets a distinct name
Burned clean in the fire's stitch
Footfall hymn rings through the shrine
Bow sings where the knights have died
You play the dark a borderline
Hope sharpens each rising tide
Footfall hymn rings through the shrine
Bow rests on the cooling stone
Ash remembers what you've shown
