A mountain song chills my warm skin,
A ballad of a lonesome peak.
I curse the ground, shed my old sins,
For weight will only make me weak.I beg the stars to marry me,
For they are my guide,
But daylight comes to claim their beauty,
As fury paints the wasteland wide.I'm not your highness,
A damsel left helpless by fright.
I am a lioness,
Fierce as I walk through the night.A canvas, my makeshift shelter.
A man would never know his bride.
An angry sun before could melt her,
But calloused now she will survive.With malice, beasts will show their fangs.
They're in for a surprise,
For bravely I will wield my weapon,
I made from those that died.I'm not your highness,
A damsel left helpless by fright.
I am a lioness,
Fierce as I walk through the night.
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