Witcher kneels on cold piazza
Silver sings in violet haze
Oil and cloth on monster's bane
Motion smooth as tidal plane
Salt and silver old and true
Guard the thresholds both of you
Lamp and blade keep dark in check
Dawn won't find a single speck
Spring reverb in steel's cold ring
Rome wakes slow to guitar string
Keeper watches from his tower
Counts the flashes counts the hour
Salt and silver old and true
Guard the thresholds both of you
Lamp and blade keep dark in check
Dawn won't find a single speck
Storm once took a fishing fleet
Now just gulls and salt and sleet
Both wait for the city's breath
One with death one keeping death
Salt and silver old and true
Guard the thresholds both of you
Lamp and blade keep dark in check
Dawn won't find a single speck
Piazza hums with boot and wheel
Blade reflects the waking heel
Places gone like evaporated brine
Harbors drowned in tourist wine
Keeper's lamp sold for a sign
Witcher's blades in glass align
Coffee steam and exhaust rose
Another night saved silently
Silver gleams on Via del Corso
Keeper nods from balcony
Salt and silver old and true
Dawn won't find a single speck
Salt and silver old and true
Guard the thresholds both of you
Lamp and blade keep dark in check
Dawn won't find a single speck
Salt and silver
Salt and silver