Handmade lyrics --------------------------------- (Verse 1) In a valley where the shadows softly play, Stands a woman with a heart that’s forged in clay. Her long ash hair dances with the autumn breeze, A whispering melody that rustles through the trees. With a sword by her side, its edge gleams like a star, Stories of battles fought, both near and far. She walks the path of warriors, where the brave dare to tread, With courage in her spirit, and dreams spun in her head. (Chorus) Oh, ash-haired warrior, with eyes like the dawn, In a world filled with chaos, you carry on. With the whispers of your blade, you sing to the night, A guardian of the lost, you shine through the fight. (Verse 2) Through the mist of ancient legends, her footsteps fall, Every echo tells a story, every shadow stands tall. The weight of history rests upon her brow, Yet she carries it lightly, unbroken, somehow. With a flick of her wrist, the sword slices the air, A dance of defiance, a promise laid bare. She knows the pain of losses, the scars that don’t fade, But from every wound she’s carried, a stronger heart’s made. (Chorus) Oh, ash-haired warrior, with eyes like the dawn, In a world filled with chaos, you carry on. With the whispers of your blade, you sing to the night, A guardian of the lost, you shine through the fight. (Bridge) In the twilight of her battles, beneath the crescent moon, She gathers strength from the silence, the night’s haunting tune. A flicker of hope ignites in the depths of despair, With every clash of metal, she breathes in the air. The echoes of her past, like shadows that entwine, Are woven into the fabric of her spirit, divine. (Verse 3) In a kingdom where the lost seek a glimmer of light, She fights for the voiceless, with all of her might. Her ash hair glistens, like silver in the sun, A reminder that in darkness, a new day has begun. The stories will remember the battles she fought, A legacy of honor, for freedom she sought. With the sword held high, she carves her own way, A woman of valor, come what may. (Chorus) Oh, ash-haired warrior, with eyes like the dawn, In a world filled with chaos, you carry on. With the whispers of your blade, you sing to the night, A guardian of the lost, you shine through the fight. (Outro) So here’s to the dreamers, the warriors, the brave, With ashes and steel, we rise from the grave. In the tales of the ages, her name will remain, A symbol of strength, in joy and in pain. Oh, ash-haired warrior, with the sword you wield true, The world knows your spirit, and it dances with you.