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The wind screams ancient stories 'round the keep, Shadows gather, secrets they aim to seep. My hand is steady on the cold, hard stone, This ground I walk, I claim it as my own. They whisper doubts, they rattle at the gate, But I've been ready, I've sealed my own fate. No crumbling mortar, no crack in the design, This fortress built, is truly, fiercely mine. 'Cause I'm the warrior, the champion of these walls, I stand unbroken, through the rise and through the falls. They ain't coming down, not with my breath in my chest, Each stone a promise, putting me to the test. Yeah, they ain't crumbling, they ain't falling low, Until the moment I decide to let them go. Some say these walls were forged from fear and pain, That every mortar line was soaked with rain. But I see strength in every weathered brick, A monument to every broken trick. I bore the weight, I faced the roaring tide, And found the power, deep inside. This isn't weakness, this isn't just defense, It's sovereignty, resolve, and fierce pretense. 'Cause I'm the warrior, the champion of these walls, I stand unbroken, through the rise and through the falls. They ain't coming down, not with my breath in my chest, Each stone a promise, putting me to the test. Yeah, they ain't crumbling, they ain't falling low, Until the moment I decide to let them go. They pound and plead, they push and they demand, They think that time will wear away my stand. But they don't know the silent vow I made, The price I paid, the spirit unafraid. If these walls should ever fall, if they crumble in the light, It'll be my choice, my sunrise, not their night. I'll open wide the gates, or let the timbers scream, But every splinter, every stone, will be part of my dream. 'Cause I'm the warrior, the champion of these walls, I stand unbroken, through the rise and through the falls. They ain't coming down, not with my breath in my chest, Each stone a promise, putting me to the test. Yeah, they ain't crumbling, they ain't falling low, Until the moment I decide to let them go. Until I let them... yeah. These walls... they stand. My kingdom. My command. The warrior... the champion... No, they ain't coming down... Not until I let them. My choice. My will.
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The wind screams ancient stories 'round the keep, Shadows gather, secrets they aim to seep. My hand is steady on the cold, hard stone, This ground I walk, I claim it as my own. They whisper doubts, they rattle at the gate, But I've been ready, I've sealed my own fate. No crumbling mortar, no crack in the design, This fortress built, is truly, fiercely mine. 'Cause I'm the warrior, the champion of these walls, I stand unbroken, through the rise and through the falls. They ain't coming down, not with my breath in my chest, Each stone a promise, putting me to the test. Yeah, they ain't crumbling, they ain't falling low, Until the moment I decide to let them go. Some say these walls were forged from fear and pain, That every mortar line was soaked with rain. But I see strength in every weathered brick, A monument to every broken trick. I bore the weight, I faced the roaring tide, And found the power, deep inside. This isn't weakness, this isn't just defense, It's sovereignty, resolve, and fierce pretense. 'Cause I'm the warrior, the champion of these walls, I stand unbroken, through the rise and through the falls. They ain't coming down, not with my breath in my chest, Each stone a promise, putting me to the test. Yeah, they ain't crumbling, they ain't falling low, Until the moment I decide to let them go. They pound and plead, they push and they demand, They think that time will wear away my stand. But they don't know the silent vow I made, The price I paid, the spirit unafraid. If these walls should ever fall, if they crumble in the light, It'll be my choice, my sunrise, not their night. I'll open wide the gates, or let the timbers scream, But every splinter, every stone, will be part of my dream. 'Cause I'm the warrior, the champion of these walls, I stand unbroken, through the rise and through the falls. They ain't coming down, not with my breath in my chest, Each stone a promise, putting me to the test. Yeah, they ain't crumbling, they ain't falling low, Until the moment I decide to let them go. Until I let them... yeah. These walls... they stand. My kingdom. My command. The warrior... the champion... No, they ain't coming down... Not until I let them. My choice. My will.