Only a Cat can save us now,
Amidst the Storm’s relentless Scowl.
The Bear may growl, the Serpent hiss,
Yet Cat’s sharp Gaze doth ne’er remiss.
Through Ruin’s Halls, with stealthy Prowl,
He snares the Foe in midnight Shroud.
No Lance nor Flame his Prowess thwart,
He shifts the Doom with paw athwart.
We summon thee, o Feline Sage,
To weave thy Spell and World renew.