He wipes the blade with linen cloth
Scrubbing deep the monster growth
The Seine reflects each silver notch
Paris wakes on chestnut tops
Silver over Paris rooftops
Zinc gutters catch the monster drops
Linden pollen on the guard
Night blooms quiet on the ledge
Quercus leaves tap terrace rail
He breathes in loam and Paris rain
Each stroke removes a griffin tale
Wormwood scent in vein and grain
Silver over Paris rooftops
Zinc gutters catch the monster drops
Linden pollen on the guard
Night blooms quiet on the ledge
Tremolo spring in guitar tone
Steel sings back a matching tone
Roots hold fast in cracked white stone
Paris clay makes patience grown
Silver over Paris rooftops
Zinc gutters catch the monster drops
Linden pollen on the guard
Night blooms quiet on the ledge
Dawn touches Notre Dame spires
Morning lights the chimney fires
Cloth turns grey with creature blood
Soil remembers every flood
No chorus now just growing things
Thyme serpillum in cracks it sings
The witcher knows what morning brings
Roots go deep the blade goes back
Final pass on folded steel
Cloth absorbs the monster heal
Paris wakes on cobblestones
Clean blade rests on wooden zones
Silver over Paris rooftops
Zinc gutters catch the monster drops
Linden pollen on the guard
Night blooms quiet on the ledge
Silver over Paris rooftops
Clean steel rests on wooden ledge
Roots hold fast in Paris clay
Steel sleeps last till break of day