" A lion within me is lying strong,
Wearing a mantle of blood and gold.
I stand with pride, my shadow long,
Longer than me, than you, and bold.
You question my courage, my name and pride,
You doubt my power, and the cheer I bring.
my dearest friend, you must step aside,
the lion is here, long live the king.
When the sky is dark, and the light is dim,
In the deepest forests, a lion shall roar.
This is not a dream, nor a mere whim,
I am a king, This is a vow I swore.
You must step aside, as I am passing by,
In the city of blood, red and gold.
My friends shall cheer, and foes shall cry,
As I sit on my throne, powerful and bold.
In the house of the powerful, courageous and brave,
Fear not my friend, you are not alone.
Fear no foe, no death and no grave,
As long as the lion is seated upon the throne. "