Call of Crow

<The mountain god calls Orosa to act.> [Verse 1] From the peak where shadows dare, Where mist meets stone and chill meets air, A figure waits, her eyes aglow, Answering the mountain’s call of crow. Blue-skinned maiden with wings so vast, Keeper of secrets, shadows cast, Orosa, bound by fate’s design, A servant sworn to gods divine. [Chorus] When the crows call, she takes to flight, Arms spread wide in the shroud of night, Purple wings against moon’s cold light, Her cry the herald of divine might. [Verse 2] Not just talons nor a bird’s embrace, In her arms, both strength and grace, Ocypete, fierce and free, In twilight’s dance, her destiny. For the mountain speaks, and she obeys, Bound to its justice, forged in haze, Through storms and thunder, swift she flies, The last hope to heed the mountain’s cries. [Chorus] When the crows call, she takes to flight, Arms spread wide in the shroud of night, Purple wings against moon’s cold light, Her cry the herald of divine might. [Bridge] Orosa, harbinger, bound yet free, Half of earth, half mystery. She brings forth wrath, the mountain’s hand, To guard the wild, to cleanse the land. Her gaze is steel, her heart a flame, The god’s fierce justice, known by name. In darkest hours, skies she’ll roam, A call to crows, to bring them home. [Chorus] When the crows call, she takes to flight, Arms spread wide in the shroud of night, Purple wings against moon’s cold light, Her cry the herald of divine might. [Outro] From mountain peaks to valleys low, Her voice resounds, the call of crow. Orosa’s flight, both fierce and true, For in her soul, the wild renews. Her justice soars, fierce and bright, A guardian’s vow, in boundless flight.