I see her in the moonlight, with a blade clutched in her hand
And she fights in every battle, just like any man
But she dances in the darkness, and she heals the wounded men
And I know I'll stand beside her, until the bitter end
She's a singer in the shadow
And the Shadow is death
She stands between each man and fate
And her life is our breath
She's a mistress of Magic, and she knows her magic well
She can keep a comrade in this life or send his soul to hell
And she weeps for every good man lost, then picks up her shield again
To come and march beside us, until the bitter end
She's a singer in the shadow
And the Shadow is death
She stands between each man and fate
And her life is our breath
But her soul is caught in torment; lost between two worlds is she
The dream of life, the touch of death, will never set her free
Only I have seen her torment, know how staunchly she defends
And I love her with my heart and soul, until the bitter end
She's a singer in the shadow
And the Shadow is death
She stands between each man and fate
And her life is our breath