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