🎵 Lyrics
Sing the flame… Not the truth… Speak the shadow… Leave the proof… They say his name bends air and sound So softly now, lest he be found A crimson thought, a watching eye Let none mistake the passing sky I’ll sing of fire, not where it sleeps Of ancient vows he surely keeps But deeper truths I’ll leave alone Some songs are safer half-unknown Jorruld walks where legends end Not foe, not friend, but something then If flame should smile or scorch the land Depends on how you shake his hand An old man wrapped in travel-worn red Staff in hand, wide-brimmed hat on head Laughing eyes, a patient tone Asking questions best unshown He’ll share a fire, a tale, a test And weigh your worth without a jest Disappoint him—gods forbid— The world grows short for those who did Jorruld knows the long design Who breaks, who bends, who grows with time He gathers not just gold or flame But names, and truths, and whispered claim Some wear a book against the heart Blank pages waiting for their part Write him news, the strange, the rare He writes you back—from anywhere Ink is oath… Paper flame… They call him Tricky, call him sly Yet those who learn the reason why Find favor earned, not cheaply bought A longer game, a deeper thought Mock him not, nor pry too far For even stars know what you are And secrets kept with measured breath Are worth much more than borrowed death Jorruld stands beyond the age Author, fire, and turning page Sing his deeds—but not the key Some doors stay shut for you and me I would tell you where he—