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Time so long no longer stirs
Past awakens
The moon hovers protectively in the sky,
In the dark of night

What can this creature small and delicate,
embraced by dark shadows?
With tremendous willpower
forced by no master.

What no one else has ever done
And yet seems so simple for the being
was initially bequeathed to this creature.
For victory over the common enemy.

There it flies with silvery wings
swallowed up by the enemy's mouths,
Begins to wrestle out of the dungeon
With our power, he makes the dragon.

Be vigilant even in quiet times,
the eyes of the night are still gone,
but if you dare to ride the kite.
The eyes open, are no longer battered.

The loneliness in the heart increases the strength
Injuries heal and he experiences it.
When that happens, you have failed.
And anyone who complains about it.
Will perish with humanity

. . .

The last memories erasedthe last pieces are missing.
Whoever finds it owns the power
the power over the dead souls.

When the past meets
With the present and the future.
The eyes of the night will open.
Disastrously the power is shrinking.

The dragon flame is extinguished.
The firebird rise.
The eyes that brought disaster
Never allowed to see the truth!