#acapella mostly (with bodhran)

Content warning: vague unspoken generational trauma

Obsidian stone that sits in my neck Light as a hand axe, heavy as the dead Bury it under the cottonwood tree Return the blade that killed me back to me

Obsidian that was dropped in my head Fell from my mother's from a fountain of the dead A fountain of the dead and the waters never cease Return the blade that killed me back to me

Obsidian void that lives in my neck Swallow the sins that the others don't want said A mountain of the dead and they never spoke their peace Return the blade that killed me back to me

I am the armor and I am the blade I am the oil in the feathers of the drake I will keep you safe if you never speak my name I will keep you safe if you never speak my name

Obsidian stone that sits in my neck Light as a hand axe, heavy as the dead Bury it under the cottonwood glade That built my cradleboard and that will build my grave

I build no cradleboard to carry my shame Sins die with me and the end of my name Bury it under the cottonwood tree Return the blade that killed me back to

Me Me Me Me