[Verse 1] Cold coast Gray foam Ash on the mail at his throat Sea-wind chewing at old scars He laughs But his hand finds the sword-hilt Three times the world tried to drown him Three times he spat out the tide Names piled up like driftwood Only one still burns in his mind [Chorus] Ringil Eskiath Black blade Bright wrath Dragons on your breath Laughing in the teeth of death Ringil Eskiath Cursed son Outcast Every step a scar you carve On the bones of the world [Verse 2] Marshland Dead men’s banners Rot-sweet air in his lungs He walks where the chained ones vanished Mud swallowing each boot-print Old gods whisper in gutters New lords pray to their gold He trusts only steel and anger And the ghost of the boy he was [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] You were meant for softer stories Quiet hearth Slow years Small glory [building drums] But the age cracked open Bleeding And it called your ruined name Pleading You are kindness You are cruelty You are promise You are doom The last good thing this world deserves Kicking down the door of the gloom [Chorus]
