I have been lying here for thousand years,
Damned to the eternal suffering.
Who knows how long I will be lying
here?
That's not me anymore - an ancient fighter and the King,
The King of Sealathia.
I'm forgotten - my time is up.
There
are only remains of suffering and cold.
And you looking at me -
Are you searching for something inside of me?
There's nothing
you can find.
Everything was burnt, everything except of hope,
But the hope was forgotten.
So tell me, the fairy, what you are
searching inside of me.
Nothing else, my flower found you
And my heart could see you.
Look! There is a sun, there are flowers
around you!
And they have been searching you such a long time!
Nevertheless, there is a power,
Which can save you, which
survives.