Let me tell you a story
About the man made from dust
He carries a blade with him
A blade that never rusts
He got it from his father
In cold blood
He washed his hands in the river
Left behind footprints in the mud
By a blazing fire
Man tells his son
"Things can be forgiven
But nothing can be undone"
There's a knife in this world
That looks so familiar
It's handmade by us all
With 30 pieces of silver
A blood moon is shining
Son wakes in the night
He sees his own reflection
Staring back by his father's side
He remembers the story
About the man made from dust
Something overtakes him
And the blade never rusts
