Stormborn Elegy

Her melody, a battle cry Notes that rip through heart and sky[Pre-Chorus] Above the world, she raises high The violin, her sword, her might Each chord she plays, it's do or die In this arena of sound and light In her grasp (her grasp) Violin cries 'neath armored lace Tales of battles, of the lost Wings unfurled, she takes her place (her place) On the stage of the brave, our spirits tossed Strings will soar on the mournful score With every stroke (every stroke) The war within, it comes to life Echoes of the ancient rage Her bow commands, the sound of strife (of strife) In the hall of echoes, her music fights A symphony of sorrow that pierces nights Moonlit vigils, silver threads Harmony and havoc wed [Chorus] With each note, she defies the storm Her violin, in battle born Casting shadows, legends wake With every cry that the strings make