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.