The Ghost of War

Oct 22, 2025
(Verse 1)
In the frost of ’43, where the Dniester froze in pain,
A girl from Iași walked the line with iron in her veins.
They called her “Dyanna,” the moonlight’s fatal flame,
A hundred ghosts behind her scope — she never missed her aim.

(Chorus)
The snow remembers her name, the blood in the birch trees cries,
She fought for strangers’ freedom beneath the leaden skies.
No medals, no brass parade, just the echo of her gun,
A Romanian heart in the ruins, fighting till the dawn was won.

(Verse 2)
Villagers whispered blessings when they saw her on the ridge,
A shadow in a torn grey coat above the broken bridge.
German helmets glinted — she marked each one and prayed,
“Forgive me, Mother Mary, for the sins that war has made.”

(Chorus)
The snow remembers her name, the blood in the birch trees cries,
She fought for strangers’ freedom beneath the leaden skies.
No medals, no brass parade, just the echo of her gun,
A Romanian heart in the ruins, fighting till the dawn was won.

(Bridge)
She buried her fear with the first man she felled,
Each shot a confession, each breath a farewell.
In the silence after thunder, she’d whisper their names —
Enemies or brothers — it all burned the same.

(Verse 3)
When the front lines moved on and the smoke cleared away,
They found her frozen steady, still guarding the clay.
A rifle in her hands, her eyes on the plain,
And carved on her stock — “For the ones who remain.”

(Final Chorus)
The snow remembers her name, the earth keeps her vow,
A hundred souls behind her, and none can reach her now.
No medals, no brass parade, just the truth of her gun,
A Romanian ghost in the forest — till freedom was won.