A golden sun warms pristine land
Pure blue waves caress pure white sand
In the meadow, a little princess plays
In a memory of halcyon days

Those days have swiftly gone away
Our little girl has gone astray
To a dismal tomb she has been taken,
Only for her noblest guardian shall she awaken

The age of corruption has begun
Thick black clouds have slain the sun
Tis’ a world of bloodshed, a world of tears
Evil is the ruler here

Aeons spent in fitful rest
Soon she shall begin her quest
Cleanse the land of evil and regain her crown
In a world turned upside-down
 
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