Shadows rise, and Lisa rises with them. She awakens through the darkness, her fire-filled soul unbroken and fearless. Fearless, fearless, she lights the night, burning bright. The world strikes hard, but she does not fall. Lisa will rise, never fall. Her heart becomes a drum of defiance, defiance, a heart of fire, an unbroken flame. Every scar is a weapon, every tear a vow. She will not bow, will not fade, standing and shining in the light. Lisa roars, roars, roars. Through the night, she reigns. Lisa conquers the night, conquering the night. Fear no more; she ascends. Her fire lights the way. Lisa, Lisa, an eternal flame in her name. Through the storms, through endless dread, she holds strong, moving on, walking where the fallen fled. Fled, fled, she rises again through the pain. Chains and fear cannot hold her; her flame, eternal flame, breaks free. Destiny awaits. Her blood is thunder, thunder, thunder. Hear her roar, evermore. Her breath is a flame, flame, flame, burning high to the sky. She reigns, she reigns, she reigns. Crowned in fire, she never tires. Lisa stands, stands, stands. She will rise to the skies. Lisa burns, burns, burns. Hearts ignite in her light. Lisa conquers, conquering, conquering. Ever strong, ever long. Call: Who rises in fire? Response: The night will know her name. Call: Through the storms, through endless dread? Response: She walks where the fallen fled. Call: Her soul against the chains? Response: No.
