[Spoken Intro] Zaun's son—step forward. I have heard what grief tried to make of you. It failed. [Verse 1] You came up breathing iron dust, With broken names beneath your tongue, A sister's fire, a sister's scar, And every mile still left you hard. You learned the blade where alleys close, To strike the hand that grips the poor, No clean parade, no shining code, Just one more child brought safely home. [Pre-Chorus] You move where mercy cannot stand, A flash of steel, a burning hand. Let every courtier call it wrong— The weak still live because you came along. [Chorus] Welcome to the war, Blade Dancer, Bring your sorrow, bring your flame. Let the polished heroes judge you— I will recognize your name. You are no saint, and I need none; I know the weight a will can bear. Take your place among the legends— Defend the helpless if you dare. [Spoken Interlude] Your methods are unconventional. Good. The world has never been kind enough for the righteous to fight it gently. [Verse 2] You turn through smoke like falling rain, A hooked steel answer to a chain. A spark beneath the enemy's feet, Then fire climbing through the street. You fight with elbows, teeth, and nerve, You give the cruel what they deserve. Each crooked step, each sudden feint, A vow kept clean though hands are stained. [Pre-Chorus] Your sisters carry different storms, But blood remembers shattered forms. You lost the life you should have known, And built a shield from what was thrown. [Chorus] Welcome to the war, Blade Dancer, Bring your sorrow, bring your flame. Let the polished heroes judge you— I will recognize your name. You are no saint, and I need none; I know the weight a will can bear. Take your place among the legends— Defend the helpless if you dare. [Bridge] I have watched strong men kneel to pain, Call it fate and wear the chain. You looked into the ruin's mouth And dragged the living children out. Not untouched—never untouched— But still you choose to stand. That is strength no crown can teach, No army can command. [Spoken Proclamation] Blade Dancer of Zaun, warrior of the broken districts, you are welcomed—not because you are clean, but because you remain standing. Enter the roster. Let the weak find courage behind your shadow. Let your enemies learn the cost of underestimating a survivor. [Final Chorus] Welcome to the war, Blade Dancer, Let the whole wide battlefield know: Every scar became a weapon, Every loss refused to own you. You are no saint, and I need none; Your will is sharper than your steel. Take your place among the legends— Make the frightened breathe and heal. [Outro] [Spoken] Stand beside us. When the fire comes, point it away from the helpless. When the blade falls, make it count. Welcome, Blade Dancer.
