In the mud of Dagaz
A queen was forged in blood
Not by crowns
But by survival

Born where the anvils scream all night
Coal dust lungs and furnace light
Daughter of iron, fiber and flame
Sigrid learned pain before her name
Other girls danced with porcelain dreams
She sharpened scraps by the river streams
Broken steel in a weathered hand
Training alone where the shadows stand
No sacred sword, no royal blade
Every object became her trade
Wood in fire, now sharp as hate
Tin spoon cutting through armored fate
Silver coin spinning through the rain
Pierced one eye from twenty away
The world itself inside her palm
Every silence becoming a bomb

They feared the girl with empty hands
Because she could kill with anything

She is the queen of blades! (Queen of blades!)
No chains, no fear, no cage! (Oh!)
Every shadow, every stone
Turns to steel inside her soul!
Queen of blades! (Queen of blades!)
Hear the kingdom shake!
You can run, you can pray
But the world itself obeys her rage!

Then came darkness, rebellion flames
King Haman drowning the land in chains
Paranoid tyrant corrupted below
Feeding the demons nobody knows
Servant girl in the castle halls
Accused by lies inside those walls
Guards came marching to drag her down
But legends were born without a crown
No weapon there in her desperate grip
Just a leather belt on her hip
A broken jar and a simple fork
Hairpins hidden beneath the torch
First man fell with a stab to the throat
Second one choked by his own belt rope
Clay exploded, red rivers flowed
Glass tore open the third below
Pins flew fast like venom rain
Blinded the fourth with deadly aim
Captain froze in the crimson flood
Sigrid smiling, drenched in blood

Monster
No
I just learned the truth
The world is made of weapons waiting to wake!

She is the queen of blades! (Queen of blades!)
No chains, no fear, no cage! (Oh!)
Every shadow, every stone
Turns to steel inside her soul!
Queen of blades! (Queen of blades!)
Hear the kingdom shake!
You can run, you can pray
But the world itself obeys her rage!

Seven long years, a hunted ghost
Every assassin only fed her growth
Queen of Blades, the people cried
Fear and wonder side by side
Castle burning, rebels roar
Sigrid standing at the throne room doors
Right hand held a feather white
Left hand wire pulled deadly tight
No one knows what happened then
Only bodies hitting stone again
No battle cries, no clash of steel
Only silence cold and real

Haman trembling on his throne
Red eyes glowing, demon shown
How can someone without a sword
His broken voice could say no more
Sigrid climbed through blood and ash
Feather tip like a serpent's fang
Touched his throat with gentle grace
And death arrived without a trace

She is the queen of blades!
Rise up, ignite the flames!
No king, no God, no wall
Can stop the fury when she calls!
Queen of blades!
Now the weak awaken!
Every hand can shape its fate
Every soul can become a blade!

No weapon is forbidden anymore
The weak are only those
Who wait for permission to become strong
The world is my blade
The world is my blade
The world, is my blade