[Intro]
I found the bowl beside the wall,
Gray as rain and rough as bone.
I did not ask the gods at all,
I only would not leave him alone.

[Verse 1]
The serpent drips; I lift my hands,
Green poison strikes the hollow stone.
His breath runs hard through broken bands,
His teeth grind names I've never known.
I wipe the salt from off his cheek,
I count the cracks above his head.
He tries to laugh, but cannot speak,
The cave replies with drops instead.

[Chorus]
Sigyn holds the stone bowl,
While the venom marks the wall.
Love is not a bright road,
Love is knees that do not fall.
Sigyn holds the stone bowl,
Small hands under all.

[Verse 2]
Outside, the fields grow stiff and white,
The cattle starve along the rail.
I hear the wolves rehearse the night,
I hear far kings begin to fail.
He shapes my name through bitten breath,
As if the word could warm the floor.
I hold one hour away from death,
Then hold another, then one more.

[Chorus]
Sigyn holds the stone bowl,
While the venom marks the wall.
Love is not a bright road,
Love is knees that do not fall.
Sigyn holds the stone bowl,
Small hands under all.

[Instrumental Break][Soft tagelharpa repeats the three-note motif while low guitar drones on a single root note.]

[Bridge]
I cannot break the god-made cord,
I cannot shame the sky with prayer.
I have no army, crown, or sword,
Only the bowl, and I am there.

[Final Chorus]
Sigyn holds the stone bowl,
While the venom marks the wall.
Love is not a bright road,
Love is knees that do not fall.
Sigyn holds the stone bowl,
When the proudest kingdoms crawl.

[Outro]
When I must rise, the drops will burn.
When I return, the stones will learn.