About this song
Before the gods of Theros learned to dream, Klothys bound the titans in chains and chose the dark. But when a mortal defied her fated death, the ancient weaver awoke to mend the broken threads. The loom remembers every debt, and it has returned to claim what is owed.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] Before your sun, before your sea Before your gods learned how to dream I held the thread that fate had spun And bound the titans, one by one The world was mine to keep and weigh The gods were children, new and small I chose the dark, I would not stray And chained the hungering beneath it all [Pre-Chorus] You thought you cut your own path clean You thought the loom had let you go But every step a thread between And every thread I always know [Chorus] What the loom remembers, the loom returns Every name unwritten still must burn You can break a kingdom, you can break a god But you cannot break the thread that holds you bound Every life is borrowed from the weave Every soul is mine to bind or leave You may run, you may rise, you may even die But the loom remembers, and the loom is I [Verse 2] Then one of yours defied her death And clawed back up to claim her own A satyr who had stolen breath And sat upon my empty throne So I awoke where titans sleep And drew the old land's primal flame For every soul that breaks its keep A debt the weaver comes to claim [Pre-Chorus] You thought the grave would hold them down You thought the dead would stay below But every escape another sound And every sound I always know [Chorus] What the loom remembers, the loom returns Every name unwritten still must burn You can break a kingdom, you can break a god But you cannot break the thread that holds you bound Every life is borrowed from the weave Every soul is mine to bind or leave You may run, you may rise, you may even die But the loom remembers, and the loom is I [Bridge] Fire that forgets its mother Wood that has not paid the root Bones beneath your golden cities Whispers in your soldier's boot I do not hate you, I do not love I do not judge, I only count Every thread that has been measured Every debt the dead recount [Final Chorus] What the loom remembers, the loom returns Every name unwritten still must burn You can break a kingdom, you can break a god But you cannot break the thread that holds you bound Every life is borrowed from the weave Every soul is mine to bind or leave You may run, you may rise, you may even die But the loom remembers, and the loom is I [Outro] The thread is spun The thread is cut The thread is yours, and the thread is mine Spun before the gods began Cut at the appointed time
