[Verse 1] In the cradle of rot, where the lilies don't grow, A maiden of war walks silent through woe. With silver and steel where her soft limbs once lay, She dances through death like the end of a day. [Chorus] “I am Malenia, Blade of Miquella,” Her whisper cuts deeper than fate ever could. Bound not by gold, but by brotherhood's prayer, She blooms with the scarlet where no life should. [Verse 2] Her petals are rust, her roots made of grief, Each step is a storm, her breath a belief. In silence she guards what the gods cast aside, A sword without mercy, yet love as her guide. [Bridge] She stood before Radahn, titan and star, Two gods in a war that went ever too far. She bloomed in the ashes, rot born from pain, And all the world withered beneath her refrain. [Chorus] “I am Malenia, Blade of Miquella,” One arm holds a promise, the other holds steel. Her curse is her crown, her sorrow her fire, Yet still for her brother, she’d shatter and kneel. [Outro] So lay her in flowers that crimsonly weep, And dream her a world where rot goes to sleep. No blade, no bloom, just a name softly sung— Malenia, warrior, daughter, and one.
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