[Verse 1] They sent us where the maps ran thin, Sold our guns to every sin. House against House, we drew the line, Bled for colors that weren’t mine. They gave me all their broken men, Said, “Widow, make them whole again.” I stitched their ghosts into my frame, Let every kill spell out my name. [Chorus] I am Misery’s daughter, born of ash and wire, Marching through the shellfire, feeding on your fire. You thought we’d break on that frozen shore— But every step you took just fed me more. [Verse 2] I loved a wolf who never ran, We burned for coin and someone’s plan. One bad contract, one lost lie, Left him and half our world to die. I painted over red with black, Swore I would pay them back. They whispered “Widow” in their prayers, I came like poison up their stairs. [Chorus] I am Misery’s daughter, born of ash and wire, Marching through the shellfire, feeding on your fire. You thought we’d break on that frozen shore— But every step you took just fed me more. [Verse 3] On Misery the sky turned white, Snow and laser, steel and night. Dragons hunting through the storm, Dragoons bleeding, torn from form. Half my world in shattered frames, Wolf and Kurita trading names. In that blizzard, kill by kill, I learned what price my soul would spill. [Chorus] I am Misery’s daughter, born of ash and wire, Marching through the shellfire, feeding on your fire. You thought we’d break on that frozen shore— But every step you took just fed me more. [Bridge] You draw your lines, I cut your maps, I set my web in all your traps. You send your best to make me fall— I drag their banners up my wall. From An Ting’s smoke to Misery’s snow, You learned how deep this hate can go. You want my head? Then bring your lance— The Widow’s waiting for that dance. [Final Chorus] I am Misery’s daughter, Black Widow in the wire, Spinning webs through shellfire, feeding on your fire. You thought you’d break me on that frozen shore— Now every step you take just binds you more. [Outro] Snow melts red and freezes black, Count your dead, I won’t look back. Raise your glasses to the slain— I’ll toast their names with dragon flame. When all your pretty flags are torn, And all your little heirs are warned, They’ll say, “On ice and fields of gore, Misery’s daughter came back for more.”
