Lion Cub Of The Elder Blood (A Anthem For Ciri)

[Verse 1] Born of storm and shadowed flame, A child marked by no common name. Cintra's pride, with silver gaze, She walks alone through time and haze. Sword in hand and stars in hair, Through shattered realms and poisoned air. She runs from fire, she runs through war— Yet always finds a locked, lost door. [Chorus] Ciri! Flame of elder kin, Breaker of worlds, bound deep within. Ride the path, though torn and wild— The Hunt shall fall to the Lion’s child! Daughter of thunder, child of fate, Slayer of kings, breaker of hate! Through blood and frost and ancient song, She rides the storm to right the wrong. [Verse 2] Elven echoes call her name, The stars ignite in spectral flame. The Wild Hunt seeks her soul to bind, But none shall tame her burning mind. She bears the scream of unborn time, A blade of light, a sinless crime. She’s lost in dreams, in fire and flood, A queen crowned in the elder blood. [Bridge – atmospheric folk with female vocal echo] “Za Cintrę… za krew… przez śmierć i sny…” “For Cintra… for blood… through death and dreams…” “Niech przeznaczenie przemówi przez mnie…” “Let destiny speak through me…” [Chorus – with Slavic choir backing] Ciri! Flame of elder kin, Breaker of worlds, bound deep within. Ride the path, though torn and wild— The Hunt shall fall to the Lion’s child! Daughter of thunder, child of fate, Slayer of kings, breaker of hate! Through blood and frost and ancient song, She rides the storm to right the wrong. [Outro – slow, haunting] When stars are silent, and snow turns red, Remember her, though she is fled. For in the wind, her echo cries— The Lion Cub never truly dies.