Salt air still clings to wool coat sleeves
Dawn breaks pale on Roman eaves
Silver catches first weak light
Blade sings soft through morning rite
Cobblestones hold night's cold breath
Cafes shuttered still as death
No footfall breaks the quiet square
Just me and steel and morning air
Silver on stone silver on stone
Clean the edge before the dawn
Witcher's work is never done
Til the rising of the sun
Oil cloth runs down folded steel
Removes the ichor makes it heal
Each notch a story each scratch a name
Burned into the metal frame
Cobblestones hold night's cold breath
Cafes shuttered still as death
No footfall breaks the quiet square
Just me and steel and morning air
Silver on stone silver on stone
Clean the edge before the dawn
Witcher's work is never done
Til the rising of the sun
Fountain whispers in the square
Marble nymphs with vacant stare
They've seen worse than what I've seen
Centuries of blood between
Silver on stone silver on stone
Clean the edge before the dawn
Witcher's work is never done
Til the rising of the sun
Bell tower tolls the sixth hour
Wake the city wake the power
Aprons tied and shutters thrown
Life returns to blood and bone
Silver on stone silver on stone
Clean the edge before the dawn
Witcher's work is never done
Til the rising of the sun
Sheath slides home with leather sigh
Another night will pass me by
But for now the blade rests clean
Sharpest thing I've ever seen
Silver on stone silver on stone
Clean the edge before the dawn
Witcher's work is never done
Til the rising of the sun
Silver on stone silver on stone
Clean the edge before the dawn
Foot stomp fades on empty square
Salt and steel and morning air