[Verse 1] Ink stains on my fingers Names carved in a ragged hand I’m the man who remembers What the dead can’t understand Steel screams at the sunrise Smoke crawls over torn brown tents Every breath tastes like thunder Every line is a last defense [Chorus] I am the eye that never closes I am the hand that writes it down When the brave turn into ghosts I keep them marching through this ground I wear their years upon my shoulders Till my own bones finally break I am the voice inside the record Croaker Of the Black Company’s wake [Verse 2] You stand there Cloak of midnight Daughter of a buried throne We trade jokes in the doorway While the world claws at your bones Your touch Cold as a secret Your smile Sharp as winter glass We dance close over fault lines Knowing none of this can last [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] If I don’t write you You vanish If I don’t speak you You fade So I bind you into sentences Like a doctor dressing graves I can’t cure a single soldier Can’t unburn a single town But I stitch the shattered stories And I will not set them down [crescendo] [Chorus]
