Gilded sun burns all the battlefield
Grimaces of men look bloodstained and harsh
Between the red chaos shines a garish cloak
A woman wearing green clothes screams as she kills
She has golden hair, the build of a deity
Cold lives in her eyes as the will to fight
Only was a child when she held the first sword
Her village was taken by a cruel opressor
She truly lived war's misfortunes
Striving to ease all this pain
Now she wears heavy chainmail round her chest
And her worn battle cloak waves with the wind
Woman! Warrior!
Sticks the sword with burning hate
Warrior! Woman!
Keeps the promise that she once made
Woman! Warrior!
Rusty helmet, relentless face
Warrior! Woman!
Dethroned shall be the tyranny
Men used to underrate their abilities
Usually said that women can't fight
Now she wields the power and the weight of steel
And storms directly towards the oppressor
Woman! Warrior!
Sticks the sword with burning hate
Warrior! Woman!
Keeps the promise that she once made
Woman! Warrior!
Rusty helmet, relentless face
Warrior! Woman!
Dethroned shall be the tyranny
Look! She has done it!
The oppressor is dead!
Hey! She is a warrior!
Our savior!
Follow Her!
Hail her name!
Our village is safe!
Silencer of the cries!
Her sword is your demise!
She's cold as ice!
Woman! Warrior!
Sticks the sword with burning hate
Warrior! Woman!
Keeps the promise that she once made
Woman! Warrior!
Rusty helmet, relentless face
Warrior! Woman!
Dethroned shall be the tyranny