[Verse 1] In the glen, where shadows creep, We wait, painted, in silence deep. Our blades hum for the golden prize, Carried by foes with iron eyes. [Chorus] Dark weaver, spin your crimson art, Dance through blood, ignite our heart. Fire in veins, we rise, we rend, Their shining mark meets its end. [Verse 2] Their boots grind the misty trail, Bright banner gleams, doomed to fail. We strike from dusk, swift and sly, Their eagle falls beneath our cry. [Pre-chorus] She glides through, a storm’s wild shade, Her steps fuel our fearless raid. No name spoken, yet we obey, Her rage drives fear and foes away. [Chorus] Dark weaver, spin your crimson art, Dance through blood, ignite our heart. Fire in veins, we rise, we rend, Their shining mark meets its end. [Bridge] When quiet cloaks the glen’s red stain, We bow to her, who broke their chain. Their glory fades, our shadows stand, The gold is ours, claimed by our hand. [Chorus] Dark weaver, spin your crimson art, Dance through blood, ignite our heart. Fire in veins, we rise, we rend, Their shining mark meets its end. Aaaaaah
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