Upon the trembling fields of Earth’s domain,
Where storms of greed and shadows reign,
There rises one with heart of flame—
A warrior born, without a name.

Not forged in steel, nor crowned in gold,
But in the silence of the bold;
Whose sword is truth, whose shield is grace,
Whose eyes reflect the human race.

They battle not for realm or throne,
But for the right to stand alone—
Against deceit, against despair,
They breathe resistance into air.

No elven light or ancient art,
But courage carved within the heart;
Their armor—hope; their banner—peace,
Their oath—to see all hatred cease.

Through cities scarred and forests torn,
Through cries of children yet unborn,
They walk the path the brave have known—
To guard the world, to make it home.

O Warrior of Earth, rise today,
Let justice light your steadfast way;
For legends live not in the past—
But in each soul that dares to last.