STORIES OF INAZUMA
In Old Inazuma transpired the story to be told,
Where a tyrant ruled, I met a girl, not that old.
The lyre she played, and for a song she sought, but storm walls blocked blue sky — she was sincerely distraught.
"I do so wish to see the birds in flight"
Said she, her strong eyes filling with light.
But her voice was lost in the howling wind's churn.
For the whirlwind takes, and gives naught in return.
The true sky, and songs that cageless soar...
Were they not wishes worth fighting for?
So the girl turned, extending her hand:
"Let us cast down the tyrant and his walls from this land."
The young girl raised then the flag of revolt, and I threw myself into freedom's tumult.
Victorious were we who fought to be free.
Armies fell, winds whipped, nations shook violently.
In the smoke, a despot met his doom,
And we watched as his great tower fell none too soon.
Inazuma began anew, the story passed down, and since then never has another worn its crown
THE FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF INAZUMA