Harden Your Blades

Lyrics

You sleep at the water's edge in a willow thicket By day, study these shipping lanes into and out of these city-plains You've hardened your blades in the fire Ate and drank straight from the land You are evened out by the longest odds The longest odds steady your shaking hands You've sewn a suit of armor With chain stitches and boughs from, boughs from the bower Boughs from the bower Laid to rest in an 'x' across your chest To protect you from lance and blade Blades hardened in the fire Blood faded to palest brown Now nothing or no-one can take you down, take you down Now nothing or no-one can take you down