In the year when the eagle’s spirit returns to the sky. A leader shall rise amidst the echo of thunderous cries.

From the heartland, emboldened by faith’s fiery embrace. He shall reclaim the tower, and darkness displace.

The nations will watch, their gazes cast wide. As one from the West regains his stride.

Under the star’s banner, with voices raised high. The people shall gather, and freedom’s spark won’t die.

Beware the winds that howl of discord and strife. For the leader shall come to reign twice in life.