[Verse 1] Born from cloud and ancient cry, A lion wreathed in wrathful sky, Feathers laced with holy flame, Yet bound by mask and war-born name. It does not roar — it sings the storm, A sacred beast in cursed form. [Chorus] ⚡ Dance, O beast of shattered light, Claws that crash like endless night, Twist the wind and break the sky, With thunder’s veil and silver eye. Praise the lion, dance divine— The godless dread, the wrathful sign. [Verse 2] Old altar now a cage of bone, Forgotten shrine, the sky’s alone. Storm-soul sealed in flowing grace, Masked forever, veiled in lace. Its breath a hymn of booming fear, Its step a death too near, too near. [Bridge] A marionette of holy rage, Once a godling—now a cage. Tamed by rite, but never still, It dances for the land to kill. [Final Chorus] ⚡ Dance, O beast with storm-borne mane, Crash through faith, through ash and pain. Your lightning laughs, your silence screams, You guard a land of dying dreams. Divine no more, but cursed and free— You are the storm. You are the sea.
