• In times of peace and meadow bed
    The lion will raise his noble head,
    And though the prey arouse their cries,
    The leopard hides them from our eyes.

    Through the dark wood, a bluebird's call,
    Shall reveal the truth to us all.
    The truth unveiled fells the leopard's lies,
    And with it falls the lion's disguise.

    A beast at heart, corrupt in soul,
    Torture in mind, killer in role.

    He was beneath us, vanquished he fell,
    Back to the earth, back into hell.

    Beneath meadows, we hide our wrong,
    For the lion never sleeps for long.