Tyr-Leon, my dear comrade, dear justice, dear strength, dear beauty.
Child of Psyche, the envy of grace, the self-made aphrodite.
Child of Tyr, god of justice, god of salvation.
Oh dear Tyr-Leon how I have fallen for your divinity
Such a perfect hue of angelic danger
Such a lovely shape of godlike terror
Tyr-Leon be thou my god
Both beauty and sacrifice
Both grace and justice.
Ill give you my hand just as you gave yours to Fenrir
Allow me to heed your strength
Allow me to borrow your beauty
For my mind needs salvation
For my mind needs liberation
You are the balance of adventure and refinement
You encapsulate my wishes and understandings
Tr-Leon, be thou my god.