Light of Ionia
I see a man,
Awash in fire.
As if it were,
A funeral pyre.
…
Yet he lives,
And from what I'm told,
He burns for us.
My blood grows cold.
…
Of Noxus thieves,
Those parasites.
On them he seeks,
To cast a light.
…
To draw deep in
Valoran eyes.
To make them hear,
Our people's cries.
…
The man is silent,
Speaks no word.
And yet his voice,
Is clearly heard.
…
Moved by the sight,
I turn away.
I need to think,
I need to pray.
…
Oh gods please,
Let our land be free.
Save us from
This tyranny.
…
If need be,
I'll gladly fight.
Let us not say,
"here died the light."