Laga, Ragalor - Still She Rises

The Tide Came Home, But Not The Ships
The Hearth Burned Low On Grieving Lips
Beneath The Moon, The Cold Earth Stirred
And Through Her Bones, Its Summons Burned
I Wept Where No Returning Oar Was Heard
I Bled Beneath The Bright Edge Of The Sword
When Sorrow Crossed My Door Without A Sound
It Claimed A Place Beside My Fire And Stayed
Yet Every Dawn, Life Called Me From The Dark
I Rose With All My Wounds Beneath My Heart
Pain Had Not Passed It Tightened Like A Chain
Still She Drew Breath And Faced The World Again
There Is Iron, Iron Running In Her Blood
There is fire rising higher than the flood
She May Bend Beneath The Storm
But She Will Never Break
Every Scar Becomes The Strength No Blade Can Take
Let The North Wind Roar
And The Black Heavens Fall
She Has Heard The Hollow Dark And Outlived It All
With Her Sorrow As A Shield
And Her Love A Living Flame
She Stands Where Grief Once Whispered
She Would Never Rise Again
I Saw Her Carry Winter Without Praise
She Fed The Hearth Through Hunger Hollow Days
No Battle Horn Announced The Wars She Won
No Skald Beheld The Long Nights She Endured
I Held My House While Death Sat Near The Flame
I Kept On Breathing When It Hurt To Speak My Name
The Earth Received Me When The Tempest Bowed Me Low
I Pressed My Hands Into Its Roots And Felt My Power Grow
They Thought The Storm Had Brought Her To Her Knees
She Gathered Thunder From Beneath The Trees
Grief Was The Hammer, But Her Heart Became The Steel
Loss Was The Winter That Could Wound But Never Seal
Bent To The Earth, She Heard The Old Roots Drum
Rise, Daughter, Rise Your Final Hour Has Not Come
She Turned Every Hunger Into Fury, Fierce And Bright
She Made A Blade Of Breath And Carved A Road Through Night
No Wound Could Name Her
No Grave Could Claim Her Flame
The Woman Who Survived Returned Untamed
I am not stone
I tremble, and
I cry
I Am Not Fearless
I Have Begged The Night For Light
But Courage Is The Breath I Choose To Draw
And Strength Is Rising Wounded From The Floor
The Storm May Bow The Body Toward The Land
The Earth Gives Back The Power To Stand
Beat, Iron BloodLet Every Mountain Hear
Burn, Living Flame
Devour The Reign Of Fear
She Rose From Hunger, Winter, Blade, And Grave
Not Born Unbroken Born To Rise Up Brave
Let Every Scar Blaze Like
A Battle Rune Tonight
Let Every Tear Reflect The Northern Light
The Storm Bent Her Low, But Awakened Her Attack
She Rose With The Earth
And The World Bent Back
Sorrow Is Her Shield Beneath The Fading Sun
Love Is The Fire That Cannot Be Undone
Though The Storm Returns And The Cold Winds Wake
She May Bend
But She Will Never Break