Verse 1: Beneath the light of the sacred sun, Tyrion stands, the chosen one. Blade of Aenarion, defender of light, Ulthuan’s shield in the endless fight. With Asuryan's flame in his noble heart, The Phoenix King plays his destined part. Against the darkness, his sword does gleam, A guardian of hope, of Ulthuan’s dream. Chorus: Tyrion, the Phoenix King so grand, Protector of the blessed land. With fire and steel, he takes the field, Ulthuan's fate forever sealed. Verse 2: From Lothern's spires to the gates of dawn, He leads the Asur, their courage drawn. Through tides of chaos and winds of war, Tyrion fights to settle the score. His blade sings songs of righteous fire, Against all foes who would conspire. In his eyes, the eternal flame, A beacon of hope in Asuryan’s name. Chorus: Tyrion, the Phoenix King so grand, Protector of the blessed land. With fire and steel, he takes the field, Ulthuan's fate forever sealed. Bridge: In the hour of need, when shadows grow, Tyrion stands, his valor aglow. A hero born of blood and flame, To cleanse the land and reclaim its name. Chorus: Tyrion, the Phoenix King so grand, Protector of the blessed land. With fire and steel, he takes the field, Ulthuan's fate forever sealed. Outro: And when the echoes of war subside, Tyrion’s name will ever abide. The Phoenix King, eternal, supreme, Ulthuan’s light, its guiding beam.
