In the sands where the scorching winds blow
A lone orc stood tall in the glow
An orphaned child, in a desolate land
Carving his fate with his own hand
She danced with grace, in moonlit shade
By his side, her courage displayed
Together they fought, as leaders, side by side
In battles fierce, where destinies collide
Oh, the battle worn heart, so strong, so true
From the desert sands, to the skies so blue
In the face of strife, they found their tune
In the dance of life, under the silver moon
He wore his scars like medals of pride
In every skirmish, she was his guide
Through the valleys of peril, the mountains so high
They soared on hope, towards the endless sky
Their voices blend in harmony fine
A symphony forged in the sands of time
Every note a testament to their tale
Of an orphan's rise, and love's mesmerizing gale
Oh, the battle worn heart, so strong, so true
From the desert sands, to the skies so blue
In the face of strife, they found their tune
In the dance of life, under the silver moon
Oh, the battle worn heart, so strong, so true
From the desert sands, to the skies so blue
In the face of strife, they found their tune
In the dance of life, under the silver moon