Lyrics
IntroOn the night the mountain tore,
and thunder crowned the robber’s door,
a cry was heard through wind and flame —
the wild itself had found a name.
The wolves kept watch, the night drew near,
the stream sang low, the stars burned clear.
In moss and stone her cradle lay —
where light and shadow learned to play.
Verse 1She grew where mist through birches sighed,
where moss and fern in silence lied.
No wall could hold, no fear command,
the forest shaped her heart and hand.
Verse 2The Graugnoms hummed in roots and clay,
the Wilddrudes danced and slipped away.
Through Rumpelwights and nightbird’s call,
she learned the world could love it all.
BridgeSleep now, child, the wind will guard,
the wolves will walk the frozen yard.
Their eyes are stars, their breath is flame —
they know your heart, they call your name.
Dream through thunder, dream through rain,
the wild shall keep you, safe from pain.
No man nor fear shall ever find,
the soul the forest intertwined.
ChorusDaughter of the wild and rain,
keeper of the earth’s refrain.
She is the storm, the root, the fire,
Ronja — born of fierce desire.
Verse 3At the crack where thunder slept,
the mountain’s breath between them wept.
She met his gaze, the world was torn —
yet something wild and new was born.
Verse 4Through storm and sun, through frost and bloom,
they shared the forest’s endless room.
The wolves sang low, the rivers played,
and fear and hatred slowly fade.
BridgeWhen thunder rolled and fires burned,
they sought the truth the wild had learned:
that love will rise where pride must fall,
and hearts will mend what tore the wall.
ChorusDaughter of the wild and rain,
keeper of the earth’s refrain.
She is the storm, the root, the fire,
Ronja — child of fierce desire.
Bridge 3Sleep now, child, the years grow thin,
the forest folds her children in.
The wolves still roam where embers gleam,
their howls entwine with mother’s dream.
They guard the path, they guard the flame,
the wild still whispers out your name.
OutroThe mountain sleeps, the rivers gleam,
the wolves still guard her ageless dream.
No crown, no grave, no mortal claim —
the wind moves softly where she came.