Sword from an Unknown Hand
SIG:AR:TYR Lyrics


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Were you forged by the Smith, of sturdy metal, and terrible blood oaths were you made...
Were you held by the Farmer, to ward the home and hearth, the land and soil...
Were you held by the Widow, husband lost in battle, she clutched thee in her empty bed...
Were you held by the Son, kin lost to march of hoofs, dreaming of revenge in later days when strong and steely
Were you held by the Warrior, to die an honourable death, to fly with the valkyries to the Golden Hall...
Were you held by the King, the axis of the people, guided by ancient blood, a fine and true ruler...
What wyrd shall pass upon you now, as you are now held by me, in my nameless sepulcher of stone




Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Sword from an Unknown Hand" by SIG:AR:TYR describe the different holders of a sword throughout time. The first stanza speaks of the sword's creation, suggesting that it was forged by a skilled blacksmith and made with the solemnity of blood oaths. The following stanzas explore the sword's other owners, including a farmer who defends his land with it, a widow who clings to it as a reminder of her lost husband, and a son who dreams of using it to avenge his family.


The imagery in the lyrics is powerful and poignant. The sword is depicted not only as a physical object but also as a symbol of different virtues, such as honor, courage, love, and revenge. Each owner brings their own story to the sword, making it a repository of history and myth. The final lines of the lyrics question what fate awaits the sword now that it is in the hands of the singer, who refers to a "nameless sepulcher of stone," suggesting that the sword may be buried with him, its destiny unknown.


Line by Line Meaning

Were you forged by the Smith, of sturdy metal, and terrible blood oaths were you made...
Were you crafted by a skilled blacksmith using the strongest, most durable metals and with an oath to bloodshed and war?


Were you held by the Farmer, to ward the home and hearth, the land and soil...
Were you clutched by a farmer, meant to protect his home, protect his fields and protect his land?


Were you held by the Widow, husband lost in battle, she clutched thee in her empty bed...
Were you embraced by a mourning widow, whose husband fell in battle, as she slept alone in their bed?


Were you held by the Son, kin lost to march of hoofs, dreaming of revenge in later days when strong and steely...
Were you held by a son who lost his family to the sound of marching hooves, dreaming of vengeance and becoming stronger and more resolute?


Were you held by the Warrior, to die an honourable death, to fly with the valkyries to the Golden Hall...
Were you grasped by a proud warrior, who intended to fall in battle with honor and ascend to Valhalla, where he shall be celebrated?


Were you held by the King, the axis of the people, guided by ancient blood, a fine and true ruler...
Were you held by the King, who is the central figure of the nation, and guided by age-old traditions, a true and noble monarch?


What wyrd shall pass upon you now, as you are now held by me, in my nameless sepulcher of stone
What fate awaits you now that you are held by me in a tomb of stone, with your ultimate destiny unknown?




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