Intro
Grandfather kept the gate when the harvest turned to dust
Every soul that crossed him paid the toll or paid in trust
Verse 1
He built the bridge from oak that the flood refused to keep
Charged a coin for passage while the valley starved in sleep
Some called him a robber, said his palm was made of ice
Others called him savior for the debt he split in twice
He kept a ledger bound in leather, numbers neat and small
Every name that owed him, he could still recall
Winter of the fever, half the village turned to ash
He floated free the widows, wouldn't touch their cash
Said the wolf don't wait for sorrow, wolf just wants his due
Pay the coin or feed the river, ain't but one or two
He carried that gate's weight until his hands went stiff
Passed it to my father like a debt, not like a gift
Father kept the ledger, added names in blood and rust
Said a man who holds the toll's the only man they trust
Thirty years the bridge stood while the town forgot his name
Now his coin's the only thing that's left to hold his claim
Hook
That's the weight of the wolf's coin
Heavy in the pocket, heavier when it's gone
You pay to cross the water, you pay to carry on
That's the weight of the wolf's coin
Verse 2
I inherited the gate but traded oak for concrete blocks
Now I'm charging interest to the block that pawns the clock
Every corner got a toll, every hallway got a fee
I learned the ledger young, watched my father count in threes
Kept a coin beneath my tongue like grandaddy used to keep
Said you swallow it at sunrise, spit it out asleep
I fed a few for free the way the old man fed the sick
Called it mercy, called it business, called it sleight of wrist
Some nights the coin feels lighter than the debt it's tied to
Some nights I count the names of who I had to say no to
I built my own ledger out of favors and of scars
Every name's a bridge I crossed to get me where I are
They said the toll man's cursed, say the wolf's coin brings the frost
I said the frost was coming either way, I chose the cost
Now they call me legend for the gate I learned to hold
Same old river running, different kind of cold
Hook
That's the weight of the wolf's coin
Heavy in the pocket, heavier when it's gone
You pay to cross the water, you pay to carry on
That's the weight of the wolf's coin
Bridge
I used to think the coin was cursed, now I know it's just a scale
Weighs what you gave against the ones you let s
