Gutter and Spark (Cover)

No weeping shade of my, no brittle reed That splinters at the first ungentle deed The turning wheel is clad, my bones in stone I am the laughter that I wield alone A thirst for weight for heft of lovely things For solace found where sirens silence sing No golden child beneath the father's robe Just this unhallowed shape, unshod, un-knawed I am the ember in the thatch The loose and unforgiven latch A murmur threading through the town Before the walls come down Before the walls come down A minstrel wandering through the ashen fold A leaf unbound, a story never told On bitter winds my nameless course is cast The verses linger and the breath has passed No cowering hound before the iron gate When winter's priesthood whispers of my fate The silent stars have shepherded my tread A hunger hollowed, hallowed and unfed I love the cunning woven through the feast The ocean's violent kiss upon the beast I am the knife that joy and ruin twist The ancient infant clenched in fortune's fist I am the ember in the thatch The loose and unforgiven latch A murmur threading through the town Before the walls come down Before the walls come down A ghost in motley woven A ghost in motley spun A brittle thorn on a forgotten thorn Through shattered halls my reckless echo roars The melody howls where the drowned heart soars A minstrel torn, a jester crowned with scorn A lord of ember's kingdom overgrown The fool endures where altars grind to bone One of the seven who has ever known A minstrel homeward born