I drank the drowner's blackened blood
Now I rest on oaken wood
Witcher's breath is ragged low
Fog eats up the lantern's glow
Steel remembers every name
Steel forgets the killing game
Cloth moves slow in morning gray
Sing the dirt and grime away
Silver psalm on fogged steel
Clean me clean and make me real
You were choir I was blade
Now the hymn is all we made
Wheels scream slow on frozen track
No monster claws upon my back
Oil smells of pine and salt
Keeps the red rust off my steel
Steel remembers every name
Steel forgets the killing game
Cloth moves slow in morning gray
Sing the dirt and grime away
Silver psalm on fogged steel
Clean me clean and make me real
You were choir I was blade
Now the hymn is all we made
I sang alto in the nave
Now I sing to keep you brave
Your fingers know the sacred rub
Turning slaughter into grace
Silver psalm on fogged steel
Clean me clean and make me real
You were choir I was blade
Now the hymn is all we made
Harmonica wheezes in the cold
Pedal steel cries bright and bold
Upright bass walks deep and slow
This rail yard is our chapel now
Silver psalm on fogged steel
Clean me clean and make me real
You were choir I was blade
Now the hymn is all we made
Last rag passes steel shines clean
Sharp enough to split the unseen
Witcher nods the job is done
We wait for morning for the sun
Silver psalm on fogged steel
Clean me clean and make me real
You were choir I was blade
Now the hymn is all we made
Fog lifts slow on iron ties
Silver psalm never dies
