When the war of injustice and slavery has lasted too long. . .

The Lioness will come.

When the land is soaked in blood and tears. . .

The Lioness will come.

When the wind howls her name. . .

The Lioness will come.

Her heart as fierce as the crashing waves,

Her pride will not be taken to the grave.

With a mane as golden 

As the sun god,

She was born

And taught to roar.

In a war fought by nine mighty sides,

Prepared in love,

Defy three wicked brothers,

With twice the power this world has ever seen.

Hidden alone from the rival brothers,

The Lioness awaits unseen.

Of three brothers who snarl and roar and claw for a throne of divine power,

Two shall die and one shall learn. For he will be the true king.

The Lioness will rise,

Born to end the fight.

For her Roar is an exulting cry,

For hers is a song of freedom,

A Lioness rising to the promised land,

And she dares to realise 

All she was created to be.

 The Lioness is coming. . .