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Lion lion, burning bright Fighting through the dreadful night What turmoil or mortal lie Could hope to snuff your ardent pride? What pain within, what tears you’ve shed Became the fuel for flame instead? What hero did your heart desire To be your own, through faith in fire? And what fell beast and hateful kin Could draw that power from within Swift with sinew, defy death Stride, cut short a devil’s breath And with a humble rod in hand, Claws on fingers, toes you stand Roar of thunder, like greased lightn’ng Passion turns to fury fright’ning! After the wicked fell in woe Beaten, broken, and brought low Did they smile upon your deeds? Through your valor, evil bleeds Lion lion, burning bright Lives were saved thanks to your might No fiend or beast could e’er abide Nor take from you your belov’d pride