O brave warrior of the temple flame,
Blazing lion with eyes of fire,
Born of storm, carved from desire.
Through ashes deep and shadows wide,
You stood when all the stars had died.
Now hear the drum, the ancient call—
From sacred stone, we rise, we brawl.
Let tyrants tremble, let silence break,
The roar of truth shall mountains shake.
With sword of light and heart unchained
