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
