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(I hear the sound of war drums...)

(This battle shall be my masterpiece)

She hears the booming sound of war drums

It's the pounding gunfire that hammers on and on

She may not be fit for the chaos of battle

But she's still a vital player in this ensemble

Playing her part in the great war orchestra

To which slain Raptures give their standing ovation

Her Conductor directs this combat symphony

As they crescendo towards their next victory

A round of applause for the Master Hand

Wielding violin and bow with skillful command

Firing a staccato of machine gun bullets with presto

Playing the virtuosic solo of a maestro

A round of applause for the Master Hand

Wielding violin and bow with skillful command

Inspiring allies with vivace melodies

This battle shall be her newest masterpiece

(The power of music)

Music of the past, she was made to seek and preserve

A purpose once denied but never truly lost

Eventually gained the recognition that she deserved

Melodic soul, heart of rhythm, so deeply embossed

A round of applause for the Master Hand

Wielding violin and bow with skillful command

Firing a staccato of machine gun bullets with presto

Playing the virtuosic solo of a maestro

A round of applause for the Master Hand

Wielding violin and bow with skillful command

Inspiring allies with vivace melodies

This battle shall be her newest masterpiece

(We can play a duet together)

Embracing her Conductor with a waltzing kiss

A bittersweet farewell then sings from her lips

Embarking on a journey to find her soul and bones

Honing her craft on the surface is her never-ending goal

(Now for the chorus, with gusto)

A round of applause for the Master Hand

Wielding violin and bow with skillful command

Firing a staccato of machine gun bullets with presto

Playing the virtuosic solo of a maestro

A round of applause for the Master Hand

Wielding violin and bow with skillful command

Inspiring allies with vivace melodies

This battle shall be her newest masterpiece

(The end)