[Verse 1] In the land where the pale legions rise, With the white walls standing tall against the skies, Marches a warlord, fierce and grand, Her breastplate gleams as she commands the land. With her corgis, vicious and true, They march together, a fearsome crew, Through the enemy's realm, they tread with might, Their presence turns the day to night. [Chorus] Oh, the glory of her pale legions, White walls and waterfalls, her homeland regions, Crushing the dark ones under her boots, Her power flows, deep in her roots. [Verse 2] Her hair flows like a river in the breeze, Eyes like embers, bringing foes to their knees, With every step, the ground shakes in fear, The enemy knows their end is near. Her corgis snap and growl at her side, In their wake, no place to hide, She leads the charge with a battle cry, Her will is iron, her spirit can't die. [Chorus] Oh, the glory of her pale legions, White walls and waterfalls, her homeland regions, Crushing the dark ones under her boots, Her power flows, deep in her roots. [Bridge] In the homeland of white waterfalls, Her cities shine with their pure white walls, Her strength unmatched, her valor true, The dark ones tremble at the sight of her crew. [Verse 3] Through the fields of battle, she rides on, Her enemies' hope forever gone, Beneath the wheels of her chariot's roll, She crushes their spirits, claims every soul. Her wheelchair, a symbol of might and grace, She rolls over foes, leaving no trace, With every turn, she writes her name, In the annals of history, forever in fame. [Chorus] Oh, the glory of her pale legions, White walls and waterfalls, her homeland regions, Crushing the dark ones under her boots, Her power flows, deep in her roots. [Outro] Oh, the warlord, strong and bold, Her legend in the stars is told, With her corgis and her iron will, She conquers all, and always will.
