In a land purged of enchantment, love might be the only magic left, and who could ever love. I can't speak or make a sound, and I can't wield a sword or beguile a king. But freedom will require escape, and I'm a prisoner of my mother's curse and my father's greed. He wants desperately to be king, and I just want to be free. My father has a claim to the throne, and he is waiting in the shadows for all of my mother's words to come to pass. Then she predicted the king would sell his soul and lose his son to the sky. The day my mother was killed, she told my father I wouldn't speak again, and she told him if I died, he would die too. You won't speak and you won't tell, you won't call on heaven or hell. Close your mouth upon the power, curse not, cure not, 'til the hour. Lock them deep inside your soul, hide them 'til they've time to grow.
In a land purged of enchantment, love might be the only magic left, and who could ever love.Swallow, daughter, pull them in, those words that sit upon your lips. I can’t speak or make a sound, and I can’t wield a sword or beguile a king. He wants desperately to be king, and I just want to be free.īut freedom will require escape, and I’m a prisoner of my mother’s curse and my father’s greed. My father has a claim to the throne, and he is waiting in the shadows for all of my mother’s words to come to pass.
The day my mother was killed, she told my father I wouldn’t speak again, and she told him if I died, he would die too. You won’t speak and you won’t tell, you won’t call on heaven or hell. Lock them deep inside your soul, hide them ‘til they’ve time to grow.Ĭlose your mouth upon the power, curse not, cure not, ‘til the hour.
Swallow, daughter, pull them in, those words that sit upon your lips. This edition of The Bird and the Sword is enhanced with a musical soundtrack from Booktrack for an immersive listening experience!
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