Harden Your Blades

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