[Spoken Intro] Come closer, little blade brother. The ice has heard your name carried north on Braum’s laughing breath. He told me of the sisters you share, of Zaun’s smoke, and the grief that followed you like a second coat. I have waited beneath the white sky to see what survived. [Verse 1] I remember the stories, one by one, Braum at my fire, counting scars instead of years. A bright fuse tucked beneath a sleeve, a sword that turns where no honest blade would turn. You learned the floor was never faithful, so you made the air your road. You learned a clean fight leaves questions; you answer with flame, wire, and stone. [Pre-Chorus] Here, the mountain keeps no secret. Here, the wind measures every hand. Bring the ruin you refuse to name; let it stand before my frozen land. [Chorus] Welcome, firebrand, to the roster of the storm. Step from Zaun’s broken furnace, show me what your sorrow forged. I am Anivia, winter’s witness, patient as the buried sea. Braum praised his Little Blade Brother— now let the truth come through to me. [Spoken Interlude] Do not mistake patience for mercy. I have watched empires crack beneath a single winter. Your gadgets may flash. Your fire may bite. Your dirty hand may find the opening. Good. The Freljord has room for no pretty legends. [Verse 2] Your sisters’ names are carried differently through alleys, prisons, palaces, and rain. Jinx is a spark with nowhere to settle; Vi wears her fury like a chain. Between those names, you kept on moving, with a dancer’s balance and a survivor’s eye. Steel above you, powder below you, flame in the pocket, no prayer left to buy. [Pre-Chorus] Come with the tricks that kept you breathing. Come with the heat beneath your tongue. If tragedy made a weapon of you, let the weapon prove what it has done. [Chorus] Welcome, firebrand, to the roster of the storm. Step from Zaun’s broken furnace, show me what your sorrow forged. I am Anivia, winter’s witness, patient as the buried sea. Braum praised his Little Blade Brother— now let the truth come through to me. [Bridge] I will not ask you to be spotless. Snow itself is stained beneath the sun. I will ask you to keep your footing when every road says run. Turn through the falling axes. Laugh when the cold takes aim. Make the enemy fear the silence right before you kindle flame. [Spoken Bridge] Blade Dancer. The gate is open. Not because the tale was beautiful, but because it endured. Show me the acrobat. Show me the saboteur. Show me the brother who carried too much and still arrived with both hands ready. [Final Chorus] Welcome, firebrand, to the roster of the storm. Let your burning answers travel where the northern banners form. I am Anivia, winter’s witness, my wings above the frozen sea. Braum praised his Little Blade Brother— now break the doubt he left with me. [Outro] The ice will watch. The flame will answer. Your blade will write the rest. Come, little brother of Zaun. Show the Freljord what survived your past.
