Scout Lace Harding

Scout Lace Harding,
 Swift and cunning,
 Her arrows cut you
 Down to size
 Scout Lace Harding,
 Taut bow taunting,
 Life so light
 Will flee your eyes
 Born of the ground,
 Loyal and sound,
 Inquisition bound
 Scout Lace Harding,
 Battle's calling
 Inquisition's bloody prize
 Scout Lace Harding,
 Smile at warning,
 Smirk at fear
 And laugh in their eyes
 Born of the ground
 Loyal and sound
 Inquisition bound
 Scout Lace Harding,
 Without warning,
 Makes men fall
 Like tarnished crowns
 What can be said
 To all who have fled
 The dwarf with the freckled face?
 But all who remained
 To stand in her way
 Met with her arrow's fate
 Scout Lace Harding,
 Swift and cunning,
 Her arrows cut you
 Down to size
 Scout Lace Harding,
 Battle's calling
 Inquisition's bloody prize
 Scout Lace Harding,
 Smile at warning,
 Smirk at fear
 And laugh in their eyes
 Born of the ground,
 Loyal and sound,
 Inquisition bound
 Scout Lace Harding,
 Swift and cunning,
 Her arrows cut you
 Down to size