In the kingdom of Shiro,
where primal forces sleep,
Lives Ilian, the Tamer, his promises to keep.
He needs no metal armor, no blade to make
his stand,
He commands
the fierce spirits with the flute in his hand.
Between chaos and order, he holds a fragile line,
But a powerful ancient wrath
gives a dangerous sign.The
sky is crackling thunder, the air is pure despair,
Eolus the Tempest God is roaring everywhere!
The King cries out for
rescue, the danger is extreme,
Ilian takes his challenge, living
out his dream!The Spirit Tamer!
Light against the Hurricane!
Climbing to the high peaks,
to challenge the wind's reign!
His melody defies the elemental pain,
Facing down the lightning,
he breaks the storm's chain!
The Spirit Tamer! He fights to
find the peace again!The mountain
is a battlefield of fury and despair,
The Epicenter of Chaos, raging in the air.
Ilian stands his ground, his
mind is sharp and bright,
His flute is the counter-spell
against the tempest's might.
The notes are pure enchantment,
they pierce the cloudy dome,
The music is his weapon, calling Eolus
home.And the Whirlwind takes a body,
not a monster of the night!
But an old man of the breezes,
full of broken light.
"The lands that I protect are
bleeding from your greed!"
"Your people are the
failure that planted the bad seed!"
Ilian hears the grieving, he offers his decree,
He promises to fix it, and sets the spirit
free.The Spirit Tamer! Seals a powerful truce!
The flute defeated fury with no sign of excuse.
Now Eolus is a mentor, a force upon their side,
Teaching them the power that nature must provide.
The kingdom mends its spirit, harmony will
ride!They planted the new
defenses, healing sea and ground,
And Eolus's gentle showers are now the only sound.
Ilian is the Master, the Hero of the Way,
The legend of the Tamer,
who saved the brighter day.