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Author
Vanida Plamondon (AI Assisted)
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Vanida Plamondon
Uploaded
November 05, 2025
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MP3 10.5 MB • 320 kbps • 4:35
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Lyrics
Verse 1
She walks through walls they built with lies,
With fire burning in her eyes,
They said sit down, she stood instead,
With words that crown the wounds she bled.
The crowd just laughed, but she stayed true,
A storm the courts could not subdue,
She carved her name through locks and chains,
And bled her truth through all their veins.
Chorus
She fights, she bleeds, she will not yield,
Her heart’s the blade, her soul the shield,
No crown, no god, no throne she’ll fear,
The world will change because she’s here.
Verse 2
They wrote her down in shallow ink,
As something lesser, taught to shrink,
But she rewrote their holy law,
And tore their saints apart in awe.
She bleeds rebellion, breathes the flame,
And makes the tyrants curse her name,
She cuts through lies like sacred art,
Each word a dagger from her heart.
Chorus
She fights, she bleeds, she will not yield,
Her heart’s the blade, her soul the shield,
No crown, no god, no throne she’ll fear,
The world will change because she’s here.
Bridge
Each scar’s a verse, each tear’s a cry,
A hymn that splits the blackened sky,
She swings her rage through veils of gold,
Through laws that bind, through hearts gone cold.
They call her mad, they call her sin,
But tremble when they see her grin,
For justice blooms from blood and bone,
And none shall stand when she’s alone.
Verse 3
Her voice cuts sharper than the blade,
That forged her will from all they’ve made,
A soldier born from shattered dreams,
Who turns their silence into screams.
She takes their words, refines their pain,
And builds a world from what’s been slain,
They fall in awe, she stands unbowed,
A single spark against the crowd.
Chorus
She fights, she bleeds, she will not yield,
Her heart’s the blade, her soul the shield,
No crown, no god, no throne she’ll fear,
The world will change because she’s here.
Outro
She leaves no throne, no chain, no lie,
Just echoes howling through the sky,
Her hands still red, her heart still pure,
Her faith in pain, her truth the cure.
She tore the mask from power’s face,
And left her mark on every place,
The world she carved from blood and fire,
Still sings her name in rebel choirs.
