About this song
The joke is at the gate, stitched together from the heaviest dead of the moor. Geralf's masterpiece lurches toward the holy city, wearing a smile that isn't his own. Thraben is about to learn the punchline.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] The moor gave up its heaviest dead. I picked the arms by weight, not name. Three metres, copper wire, an iron cage. My sister keeps her ghouls. I keep the knife. [Hook] Thraben, open your throat. The joke is at your gate. I stitched her smile on meat and taught the meat to walk. [Verse 2] You leaned on the holy wall all night. They spent their hymns and lanterns on your back. You took the men who fell and wore them thick. I went in through the door your noise had made. [Hook] Thraben, open your throat. The joke is at your gate. I stitched her smile on meat and taught the meat to walk. [Turn] They broke you on the stones. I kept the parts. Mikaeus never heard me come inside. The smile is Gisa's. The rest of it is mine. I did not build a weapon. I built a joke. [Hook] Thraben, open your throat. The joke is at your gate. I stitched her smile on meat and taught the meat to walk.
