© 2025 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin --- This song takes place at a live event— a gathering of role-players— where the purpose that once moved them has grown quiet. Once fully present in layered cloth and shared myth, they now drift toward glowing screens, scrolling where they once stood in story. Sharpen Again is not a battle cry— it is a march inward. A steady return to craft, to presence, to the fire beneath the role. The hurdy-gurdy leads with a slow procession, not driven by drums, but by memory and breath. Every step echoes through drone and chant— a quiet invocation to walk back into meaning. --- You came in cloaks, frayed at the seam Lost your thread to glowing screens Swiped and scrolled, the fire sank low Dressed the part—dropped the torch’s glow Do you recall the forge’s light? The whispered oath, the wool, the night? Sharpen again—the steel, the stride Lift your hand, let silence guide Not just for show—not just pretend Call back the heat. Make myth again. (Shar-pen... again...) She honed her blade, then swiped away He bore the helm—but fears held sway Thread and rune in shallow bloom Blue-lit ghosts replaced the moon But deep beneath the plastic glow The grip remains. The pulse still knows. Sharpen again—the steel, the stride Lift your heart. Reclaim the guide Not just for show—not just pretend Call back the heat. Make myth again. (Shar-pen... again...) Not every war— is fought with flame— some beg you— step by name— your place— your pulse— your woven name (name... name... sharpen... again...) Sharpen again—the steel, the stride Forge a path through midnight wide Not just a pose—not just pretend Step from the screen—walk in. Begin. (Sharpen again... Sharpen again...)
