Track Insight / Lyrics
My frame is steel, my tires bald
I've hauled fares through wind and hail
This shrine's cold stones don't speak at all
But footsteps write a heavy tale
Flame gutters low in rusted grate
Each step a drum on broken slate
I count them slow, I count them straight
The fire remembers what they ate
Spokes in ash, we turn the night
Wheels don't lie, they know the weight
Bonfire cracks, a dying light
I roll on past the iron gate
My basket holds a knight's last coin
His armor scrapes on cobblestone
He never speaks, just moves alone
A hollow path he calls his own
Flame gutters low in rusted grate
Each step a drum on broken slate
I count them slow, I count them straight
The fire remembers what they ate
Spokes in ash, we turn the night
Wheels don't lie, they know the weight
Bonfire cracks, a dying light
I roll on past the iron gate
Estus flask clinks on my bar
Green glow paints my chrome and rim
He drinks deep, heals every scar
Then leaves me where the shadows swim
No meter runs on cursed ground
No fare collected, no destination found
Just cycles turning, round and round
Until the last ember hits the ground
Spokes in ash, we turn the night
Wheels don't lie, they know the weight
Bonfire cracks, a dying light
I roll on past the iron gate
New pilgrim kicks my stand aside
Her boots are worn, her cloak is gray
She feeds the flame, opens it wide
Then rides me toward the break of day
Spokes in ash, we turn the night
Wheels don't lie, they know the weight
Bonfire cracks, a dying light
I roll on past the iron gate
Spokes in ash, we turn the night
Wheels don't lie, they know the weight
Slide fades on the final turn
Ash and iron, born to burn
