Amid the chaos
Amid the storm

The dark clouds were adorned
By a  dome of seven shades

And a silence prevailed
A stillness was proclaimed

The leaves, the petals stood amazed
While the birds flew in haste

As the sun shone on the cage
Where a tiger was in rage

Roaring, and Sighing while still in chains
Long forgotten was the valley and these lands

A storm arose in the flowing cascade
Making the dried leaves red by blood from a crusade

To dig up the key from the swamp
In hope that a devine hand will descend to help

And the chains will be broken
And the tiger will soon be running in the wild

Ferocious... notorious... with an incredible zeal
On the cliffs, in the meadows and deep in the woods