[Spoken] The frost doesn't lie, wanderer. I’ve seen the way you carve the air— A frantic dance through the iron district, A brother to chaos, carrying fires that don't belong to the hearth. [Verse 1] You twist through the fray, a blade made of spite, Weaving between the bolts and the blight. I see the rhythm in the reckless slide, The secrets of the blood you try to hide. Your sister’s temper, your other sibling’s steel, You fight like you’re trying to break the wheel. [Chorus] Welcome to the field where the cold meets the flame, I like the way you don't play the game. A jagged path, a calculated swing, Let’s see what kind of mess you’re planning to bring. Step closer, dancer—the frost might be kind, If you leave the ghosts of Zaun behind. [Verse 2] Explosives in your coat, ash on your hands, Dragging your trauma across these lands. They call it a blur, a trick of the sight, But I see the geometry of your fight. You’re not just breaking, you’re carving a line, Finding the angle, making it shine. [Outro] Your blades are sharp, your story is frayed, But I’m intrigued by the price you’ve paid. Stay for a moment, let the tension fall, I’m curious to see if you’ll dance for us all. [Instrumental fade]
