Intro
D F#m
[Verse 1]
D D
Swift and sharp, a light in the dark
F#m F#m
formed singularly was I to be
D D
Of wood and steel, to heft, to heel
F#m F#m
and through the fire was their desire
[Chorus]
Em Em D D
Those hands, the hands that made me what I am
Em Em A A
And I am an instrument to them
[Verse 2]
D D
Oh, and I pristine and glistening
F#m F#m
am given forth and carried north
D D
where rivals stand, awaiting commands
F#m F#m
and cold am I, held tightly by
[Chorus]
Em Em D D
Those hands. The hands that made me what I am
Em Em A A
And I am an instrument to them
[Bridge]
F#m F#m Em Em
Oh, drums shake the ground and cries resound off hill and helm
F#m F#m Em Em
And so did I let forth a cry when overwhelmed
F#m F#m Em Em
With kin and clone, of steel and stone and oak and elm,
F#m F#m A A
Were set to task and I to ask, "Is this my realm?"
[Verse]
D D
Swift and sharp, a light in the dark,
F#m F#m
formed singularly. Was I to be
D D
this tool of pain? Or do I contain
F#m F#m
the capacity for beauty by
[Chorus]
Em Em D D
those hands? The hands that make me what I am
Em Em A A D
and I am an instrument to them