By Lion song thy life was spun
By starry choirs thy sun was born
By Lion's breath thy voices earned
By Witch's wrath thy beauty torn
By wandering child thy land was found
By her kin thee was betrayed
But by the love of the Lion lord
His debt of treachery was repaid
And now thee lives in a Golden Age
Of peace, hope, and troubles few
Under four masters from places far
Thy treasured life is spun anew