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