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Silver Wings(Tyris) - Original Supreme Magus Song

Lyrics by: Me The Wandering Magus Created using Suno Before the crowns and the kingdoms rose Before the first bright seed was sown She was a finch in a storm-torn sky Learning how to survive alone She claimed the storm, took griffon form Through Mogars will she was reborn A hundred thousand lifetimes strong She shaped the weak and broke the wrong Light and air inside her veins Ancient power she contains She doesn't rule by iron chains— She sparks the fire, then breaks the reins She’s Tyris! Thunder unchained Mother of griffons, whisper her name Silver lightning in the night Six white wings in holy flight She doesn't conquer, she inspires Breath of life in funeral pyres When the old world falls apart She paints the sky with silver sparks Gold hair braided down her back Silver eyes that see your soul Simple blue dress, quiet smile A storm contained in mortal form She towers over mountain peaks Lion’s roar and eagle’s cry She flies where mortal eyes can’t see A living bolt across the sky She shaped four lands with patient hands Taught them words and how to write Runes and bread, she left behind Lessons to sharpen heart and mind “Fear what you cannot command?” She laughs at kings who make demands Change is born in shifting sand— Not by a tyrant’s heavy hand She’s Tyris! First Queen’s decree Her kingdom thrives through wind and light Life Maelstrom in silver arcs World-fire raging through the dark She won’t save you from your fall She’ll watch you rise, or lose it all [spoken]“Without the struggle, none can grow”— That’s the law the griffons know Valeron… she forged the core So love could triumph over war Sword and armor, Saefel’s name Love that turned to living flame Now she stands at borders wid Grief and thunder at her side [spoken]“I will not shelter you from pain— Your fate is forged in loss and gain.” She’s Tyris! Storm and grace Timeless youth in a mortal face God of life with a warrior’s scar Watching every rising star She won’t chain the hands of fate Won’t decide what you create But when you fall and hit the ground— Her silver wings will be around [Outro] From fledgling song to legend born She walks the edge where chaos shifts Light and air, the world remade— Not by force… but by the change she made.