In the heart of rotting wood, a pale queen dreams of endless feast
Thousand mouths chew in silence, tearing the ancient oak apart
Blind soldiers swarm the shadows, jaws like ivory knives
Building empires in the dark, but something stirs, a spark ignites

A single shadow moves alone, rust-colored, forged in fire
No army, no crown, no song of war, just six legs and a burning desire

They laughed with trembling feelers
One against the swarm? How small, how frail

I am the storm!
One against a thousand, I will not fall!
Cut through the tide of white, acid in my veins!
I refuse to break, I refuse to crawl!
Wake the oak! Let it breathe again!
From the ruins I rise, alone I stand!
I am the blade in the dark!
And I will not bend!

Through tunnels of wet decay, she carves her path of red
Mandible clashes, echoes scream, the general falls, his golden head
Waves of bodies crash like oceans, pale and endless, blind with rage
She becomes the whirlwind, fury written on a fragile page

Larvae crushed beneath her steps, guards with swollen heads decapitated
The queen stares from her throne of filth, her empire annihilated

Why, why one against so many? The dying whisper cries

I am the storm!
One against a thousand, I will not fall!
Cut through the tide of white, acid in my veins!
I refuse to break, I refuse to crawl!
Wake the oak! Let it breathe again!
From the ruins I rise, alone I stand!
I am the blade in the dark!
And I will not bend!

Because someone, had to begin
And I, was already here
No numbers, no fear
Just the will, to endure

I was here!

I am the storm!
One against the world, I will not fall!
Burn through the dark, tear down tje wall!
I refuse, I refuse, I refuse to crawl!
Wake the oak!
Let the sunlight in, let it live again!
From the ashes I rise, forever I stand!
I am the blade
And I, will, not, bend!

I will not bend