Intro
Hall's gone quiet, embers chewing on the log
Mead cup empty, moon hung low behind the fog
They call me keeper of the names the wind erased
I keep the fire lit and burn my own face
Verse
Born third son, no land, no plate to call my own
Learned the harp before I learned to lift a stone
Chief said sing for supper, boy, or starve out in the snow
So I traded truth for verses no one asked to know
Watched the raiders burn my uncle's roof to ember
Wrote it pretty for the king, made him easy to remember
Every scar I gave a metaphor, a shield, a crown
Turned the widow's scream into a sound that won renown
Coin for kennings, silver for the way I bend a fact
Told the hall he died a hero, left the coward part intact
I was there behind the shieldwall, further back than most
Lived because I ducked, then I sang the dead like ghosts
Fire ate the longhouse, I stood close enough to thaw
Wrote the flames as glory, called the ash a kind of law
Thirty winters singing debts I never meant to owe
Every name I saved is a name I let go
Chorus
I carved their names in smoke so mine could last
Ash on my tongue, that's the toll of the past
I lit the fire, warmed my hands in the blaze
Every legend's a debt some skald never pays
Verse
Twenty years past, my hands don't hold the harp so steady
Younger skald in the hall now, hungry, sharp, and ready
He sings my songs back polished, adds a verse of his own
Calls it homage, calls me father of the throne
But the throne was borrowed, built on borrowed bone and breath
Every ballad that I wrote was somebody's private death
Old woman came to me last spring, said you sang my son
Said you made him brave, but brave was never how he'd run
I told her sorry's not a coin that spends the same as gold
She