The King Sword Songtext

von Heather Dale

The King Sword will stand
The King Sword will stand
The King Sword will stand in its scabbard of granite
A quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky
A rumour expained by the one who began it
A boy's hand will grasp it, a man's raise it high
Son of the Dragon
Of Night and the Slaughter
Whose wisdom his unshaven youth will belie
Will wake from her slumber the Lake's only Daughter
To answer the calling she cannot deny
The King Sword will stand in its scabbard of granite
A quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky
A rumour explained by the one who began it
A boy's hand will grasp it, a man's raise it high
Brought by a queen for the hand of the Chosen
From fishscales and turrents and Winter's reply
Brought from the deep by a prophet who knows
In the arms of the Water again it will lie
The King Sword will stand in his scabbard of granite
A quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky
A rumour explained by the one who began it
A boy's hand wil grasp it, a man's raise it high
The King Sword will stand
The King Sword will stand
The King Sword will stand
The King Sword will stand