Order of the Lion

Thus awakening From what seemed, but no entity The rebirth of fire A wilder dominance of what does Not have any previous existence Born out of misery A species, horrible in kind, unfold Thy spirit of a physical being Thou not only of the underworld I call thee A tale that should not be told I call thee Raven-winged entity unfold Fearless, the spirit's pestilence imperious In fury, a tyranny unfold Thous tormentor Ferocious acts of untamed wrath Thee, strike thy fools Summon the spirits of thy cult The order of the lions Thy horror that possess thee, How utterly thou has yield thyself An extremity of terror seemed dead Seized violently by burning paws, These creatures of darkness now appear I evoked thee, lions of the past My rites of the past they shall attack The four square pillars of the Earth That holds the sky from burning down I call thee Ancient primal fire shall strike I call thee Storm through the fear, the fire and flames Fearless, the spirit's pestilence imperious In fury, a tyranny unfold Thous tormentor Ferocious acts of untamed wrath Thee, strike thy fools Summon the spirits of thy cult The order of the lions The watcher has mapped out four paths Each one for a horde Depopulate, that is the law Flatten the world As the fire claws are striking The art of pillars turn to piles of sand and stone A blackened fire, as thee thy heavens burn A burning sky entombed the earth The lions be gone Thus awakening From what seemed, but no entity The rebirth of fire A wilder dominance of what does not have any previous existence Born out of misery A species, horrible in kind, unfold Thy spirit of a physical being Thou not only of the underworld I call thee A tale that should not be told I call thee Raven-winged entity unfold Fearless, the spirit's pestilence imperious In fury, a tyranny unfold Thous tormentor Ferocious acts of untamed wrath Thee, strike thy fools Summon the spirits of thy cult The order of the lions

Submitted by Morgoth — Jul 21, 2026