Row, Brother

[Intro] (Mmm...) [Verse 1] Smoke off the fjord, iron in my palm Night still clings to the hill like a psalm Leather sings when the straps draw tight Breath turns silver in the blue of first light Ash on my cheek, oath in my chest Blade hums low like a hive at rest I whisper to the runes I carved in the steel Hold when I falter Bite when I kneel [Pre-Chorus] Raise the horn to the nameless gone The ones who shoulder my shadow at dawn If I fall today let the thunder know I kept my feet when the hard winds blow [Chorus] Row, brother, row cut a road through the gray Mist in the lungs, salt in the fray Row, brother, row let the black sail rise We haunt the coast like a rumor of knives Row, brother, row hear the keel sing low Fortune favors the ones who go [Verse 2] Shields up, eyes sharp, circle on the sand. We learn each scar like a map of the land. Wood splits, teeth grit, feet find time every step a hinge between fear and the climb. River bends, the oars bite true, Birds lift black like a spark from the flue. No shouting now just the heart’s deep drum; the quiet before the iron becomes. [Pre-Chorus] Shoreline narrow, bell not rung we move like smoke through a farmer’s lung. Door gives, coin spills, fire takes hold we leave no story that can’t be told. [Chorus] Row, brother, row cut a road through the gray Mist in the lungs, salt in the fray Row, brother, row let the black sail rise We haunt the coast like a rumor of knives Row, brother, row hear the keel sing low Fortune favors the ones who go [Final Chorus Lift] Row, brother, row cut a road through the gray Mist in the lungs, salt in the fray Row, brother, row let the black sail rise We haunt the coast like a rumor of knives Row, brother, row hear the keel sing low Fortune favors the ones who go