CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Iron Woman
A t**an's grip upon her cruel blade ?Urfang'
Blood runs hot across the frozen waste
Annihilation comes?to?those who stray
Under?the shadow of her irous gaze
Upon?the mountain peak
She walks with fire and shadow
Her eyes spanning the valley below
Pa**ing over the hosts
Of destroyers and usurpers
They would soon beg for mercy
But no mercy was forthcoming
Her raven hair caught in the northern wind
She is the daughter of wolves
The wending paths are her domain
Iron woman, warrior queen
Her sword will rain down from the sky
With fury envied by the gods
Snow and ice painted red
Her soul, a blinding glow
No fiend or foe, no enemy
Will last the day
Warrior queen
Iron woman
Empires will fall at your behest
Raise up your sword towards the sky
Triumphant blaze
Silver sun
Blood on the ice
Victorious one
A t**an's grip upon her cruel blade ?Urfang'
Piling the dead into their frozen graves
She is the daughter of the northern waste
She is the daughter
The daughter of wolves
The valley becomes an anvil
She descends the mountain
A tide of death, the hammer of wrath itself
Her blade sweeps over the ranks of the doomed
Like the setting sun
And benighted sky becomes their tomb
Her sword will rain down from the sky
With fury envied by the gods
The snow painted with their blood
Triumphant blazing soul
Victory won
Blood runs hot across the frozen waste
Annihilation comes?to?those who stray
Under?the shadow of her irous gaze
Upon?the mountain peak
She walks with fire and shadow
Her eyes spanning the valley below
Pa**ing over the hosts
Of destroyers and usurpers
They would soon beg for mercy
But no mercy was forthcoming
Her raven hair caught in the northern wind
She is the daughter of wolves
The wending paths are her domain
Iron woman, warrior queen
Her sword will rain down from the sky
With fury envied by the gods
Snow and ice painted red
Her soul, a blinding glow
No fiend or foe, no enemy
Will last the day
Warrior queen
Iron woman
Empires will fall at your behest
Raise up your sword towards the sky
Triumphant blaze
Silver sun
Blood on the ice
Victorious one
A t**an's grip upon her cruel blade ?Urfang'
Piling the dead into their frozen graves
She is the daughter of the northern waste
She is the daughter
The daughter of wolves
The valley becomes an anvil
She descends the mountain
A tide of death, the hammer of wrath itself
Her blade sweeps over the ranks of the doomed
Like the setting sun
And benighted sky becomes their tomb
Her sword will rain down from the sky
With fury envied by the gods
The snow painted with their blood
Triumphant blazing soul
Victory won
