In the forest he lives,
He's deserted at best.
His hair is the sun
and his eyes the ocean.
He has the arrogance of a lion,
but the body of a mouse:
cats bow down at his command.

Run and fear him,
leave your pride aside.
Follow each footstep
And measure each stride.
Count each blink,
but rejoice at each tear.
If you forget,
you will disappear.

Strengthen your pace,
harden your muscles.
No day ends,
without the death of another.
Spring is ahead,
don't look back.
Forget this winter,
for it will return again.

Moving from season to season
Remember the light
and be wary of the darkness
He is only a lion,
in the body of a mouse.