Her rifle rests firm, a beacon of might,

A protector of her own, ready to fight,

In the heart of the mountains, she spreads her tale,

A whisper of fear on the cold, snowy trail.

The herd is her honor, her spirit ablaze,

In the dance of the wild, she finds her ways,

Not just a warrior, but a force of the earth,

In the land of the reindeer, she holds her worth.

A heart none can beat,

She guards her own,

putting on quite a show.

Slow is smooth, and smooth is fast,

In the shadowed mountains, her courage is cast.

With a steady hand on her polished gun,

She faces the dark till the battle is won.

The echoes of whispers dance through the night,

Of a cloak of shadows, a ghost in the light.

For those from the outside, no safety is found,

When the Sápmi warrior's wrath is unbound.

Her eyes like the frost, with a glimmer of fire,

Every step she takes wrings the heart with desire.

The storm of her spirit, the calm in her soul,

A protector of kin, with a heart pure and whole.

In the mountains she roams, like the northern lights,

A fearsome protector in the cold, starry nights.

While she’s the destroyer of worlds, so they say,

At the heart of her being, she safeguards the way.

So heed her tale in the land far and wide,

For a Sápmi warrior cannot be denied.

With the ice in her veins and the strength of her kin,

In the dance of the wild, she forever will win.