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