Harden Your Blades Songtext
von Amy Annelle

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