The Sword

  • Title: ‘The Sword’
  • Band: Errand of Mercy
  • Album: Songs of English Magic (2015)

A withered hand rests on the table
It doesn’t shock me anymore
Another victim of the darkness
Locked beneath it in a drawer

You speak to me of sacrifices
Of all the pain your choice prevents
You sling the yoke around my shoulders
Your death, my inheritance

But you were supposed to save my soul
You were supposed to make me whole again
I trusted you with everything, and this is my reward
To hold it steady while you fall upon the sword

Don’t think the irony is wasted
You’ve paid the price for guilt and pride
You always told me not to pity the dead
But the living, dead inside

What would your sister have to tell you
If she could see you as you are?
Would she say, ‘Your strategy is flawed, and once again you’re playing God
But this time, you’ve gone too far’?

‘Cause you were supposed to save my soul
And you were supposed to make me whole again
I trusted you with everything, and this is my reward
To hold it steady while you fall upon the sword

You promised me I’d find redemption
Well, I should have known you weren’t sincere
I spied for you, I lied for you, I crossed so many lines for you
But now, it’s all too clear

That no one is going to save my soul
And no one will ever make me whole again
No matter what I say or do, I’ll never be restored
So when you are ready, I will hold it steady
I will hold it steady while you fall upon the sword, on the sword

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