She waves her sword in arces so grand It feels so welcome in her hand The bravest maiden of all the land Her skill is that of any man The warrior maid is armoured strong About her bards have written songs She travels the land, undoing wrong The brave young maid whose tale is long Trained from birth to fight the fight And stand against what isn’t right She travels, lonely, through the night And makes her kills by broad daylight A devoted warrior of ruthless skill keep on scoursing the lands untill.. there’s nothing left but mankind’s goodwill So she has to keep on fighting still.
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