Blood Of The Innocent

In the shadows of a broken age where cries are never heard

Dima rises from the ashes with a voice that shakes the earth

She sees the slaughter of the helpless the blood of the unborn

Innocent lives torn from the light their souls forever mourned

But shes the reckoning the storm the fire in the dark

A sword of vengeance forged by rage with hatred in her heart

She hunts the ones whod dare to kill whod silence lifes first breath

For every child ripped from the womb she brings them bloody death

With the blood of the guilty staining her hands

Dima cuts through the wicked who defile the land