Tell me, the gloomy window, why we are growing weak, Why all spells are pa**ing. A thousand years of damnation pa**ed and something is Coming back - the eternity must survive. My power cannot be broken, I cannot be dethroned, There cannot be such strength and there will never be any. Everything is burnt, except for the little hope and an ancient prophecy. Only I know the prophecy though, there are no fairies, There is nothing any more. They were drowned by the guardian of the sword. Is that true? I saw it on my own. I cannot be deceived, There are neither fairies nor anything else. Only black hearts and tears of those who survived remained. A thousand years pa**ed. You are sitting, having a feast, You are conceited and keen, but Ambloque never forgets anything. I am leaving but I will come back and it will prove if the prophecy lasts.