"Ye sons of war, draw forth thy blades, And test thy mettle ‘gainst my shades! For I am wrath, and I am stone, A warden fierce, unbowed, alone. Come hither, knaves, with hearts so bold, And see thy fates in tales retold. My veins run fire, my breath runs ice, A maiden’s wrath shall claim thy price. Where men would flee, I make my stand, With shield and spear in steadfast hand. No foe shall breach this iron wall, Nor see me falter, break, or fall. The gods themselves have forged my path, Their storms have shaped my burning wrath. So test thy might, if thou dost dare— But know thy doom awaits thee there. For I am steel, and I am flame, A force no mortal dare to tame. My shadow looms, my cry resounds, And none shall pass these hallowed grounds." For I am steel, and I am flame, A force no mortal dare to tame. My shadow looms, my cry resounds, And none shall pass these hallowed grounds." And none shall pass these hallowed grounds."