king in the skies

Beneath the cold moon, he ruled without fear, A majestic lion, the guardian revered, The savanna trembled under his mighty stride, But the sky split open, with a burning light. A lion falls, under the flames of fate, A star crashing down, his roar meets its date, The sky has spoken, his reign meets its end, But his spirit lives on, in the heart of the wind. The flames kissed his golden mane, A piercing cry, the earth wept in pain, Yet even in the fall, he never bent, A king, a warrior, forever cemented. A lion falls, under the flames of fate, A star crashing down, his roar meets its date, The sky has spoken, his reign meets its end, But his spirit lives on, in the heart of the wind. In the stardust, his shadow sways, A living memory, in eternal haze, The lion rests, but his heart still beats, In every cry of the night, his legacy repeats. A lion falls, under the flames of fate, A star crashing down, his roar meets its date, The sky has spoken, his reign meets its end, But his spirit lives on, in the heart of the wind. King of the skies, in eternity, Your name etched in infinity, Lion of fire, your story persists, In every star, your soul exists.