The Ancient Prophecy - text

Tell me, the gloomy window,
why we are growing weak,
why all spells are passing.
A thousand years of damnation passed
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 passed.
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.

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