[Intro]
[Male Vocal]
[Whispered]
Not iron. Not venom. Not flame.
A green little silence without a name.

[Verse 1]
[Male Vocal]
I found it where the wall stayed wet,
A pale green thread in the cold bark set.
Too young for a vow, too small for fear,
Too soft for the gods to notice near.
Every strong thing had bent the knee,
This one breathed in secrecy.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Male Vocal]
Mother of light, you counted the stone,
You counted the storm and the wolf alone,
But left one mouth without command,
One little root in an open hand.

[Chorus]
[Male Vocal]
The unsworn green, the unsworn green,
Small as a laugh where no one has seen.
The halls may roar and the bright cups ring,
But death can sleep in a harmless thing.
The unsworn green, the unsworn green,
A leaf can cut what swords could not bring.

[Verse 2]
[Male Vocal]
I shaved it thin with a careful nail,
Not like an axe, not like a flail.
A quiet arrow, a child of mist,
Light as a secret clenched in a fist.
I tucked it into my sleeve's black seam,
A twig from the edge of Balder's dream.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Male Vocal]
No hammer would know, no watchman would see,
No oath would wake in the white-wood tree.
The smallest road through the largest law
Opened its mouth when I found the flaw.

[Chorus]
[Male Vocal]
The unsworn green, the unsworn green,
Small as a laugh where no one has seen.
The halls may roar and the bright cups ring,
But death can sleep in a harmless thing.
The unsworn green, the unsworn green,
A leaf can cut what swords could not bring.

[Instrumental Break]
[Muted guitar figure twists around bowed lyre pizzicato.]

[Bridge]
[Male Vocal]
Call me liar, call me knife,
I only loosen the thread of life.
Call him holy, call him sun,
I ask what breaks when the game is done.

[Breakdown]
[Shouted]
Not steel.
Not stone.
Not flame.
Not bone.

[Final Chorus]
[Male Vocal]
The unsworn green, the unsworn green,
Small as a laugh where no one has seen.
A leaf can cut what swords could not bring,
I only showed them the crack in the ring.

[Outro]
[Male Vocal]
[Whispered]
A green little silence, a pale little spear,
The brightest god is almost here.