The Feathers Of the Harpies - Bard Music

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Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
He walked to the cut of the mountain stream
Boots dark
Coat torn
Eyes clear
Briar on his sleeves
Mud on his knees
Every step carried his years

Wind ran low in the willow reeds
Cold breath coiled on the stone
Tracks in the sand where the cliff-face broke
Marked that he hunted alone

[Chorus]
Down where the white water scatters and spins
Wings circle close on the wind
Talons and teeth in a storm-spiraled ring
Still he stands
Still he grins (oh)
River roars rough at his heel and his shin
Claw against steel
Scale against skin
Harsh is the cry
But sharper his aim
He will walk back through the rain

[Verse 2]
They fell from the gray-bellied morning sky
Tangled hair
Long-curved claws
Hooked feet raked at the empty air
Snapping their beaks at his pause

Feathers like ash
Eyes glass-bright
They wheeled where the spray blew wide
Shadows on rock
On the churning tide
Seeking a slip in his stride

[Chorus]
Down where the white water scatters and spins
Wings circle close on the wind
Talons and teeth in a storm-spiraled ring
Still he stands
Still he grins (hey)
River roars rough at his heel and his shin
Claw against steel
Scale against skin
Harsh is the cry
But sharper his aim
He will walk back through the rain

[Bridge]
One tore the leather from off his arm
One scored the line of his cheek
Blood ran thin where the spray ran thick
Yet none could drive him to kneel

Steel flashed once
Then twice
Then thrice
Feathers fell torn in the foam
Broken wings beat on the black-wet stone
As he carved himself a road home

[Chorus]
Down where the white water scatters and spins
Wings circle close on the wind
Talons and teeth in a storm-spiraled ring
Still he stands
Still he grins (oh yeah)
River roars rough at his heel and his shin
Claw against steel
Scale against skin
Harsh is the cry
But sharper his aim
He will walk back through the rain

[Outro]
So the cold-bent path by the mountain stream
Holds the print of his tireless stride
Where the flock once shrieked at the edge of the fall
Only the hard river rides