Invocation of Tyr-Leon

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.