A flying type,
A dark type,
Flies into the sky,
Into the night,
Wrapped up in its wings,
It sleeps, it waits, its wings are a cocoon,
It closes its bright blue eyes,
Great disaster its awakening brings,
A thousand years ago,
It has slept for a thousand years,
A thousand years later,
What shall it learn and know?
A dark type,
Flies into the sky,
Into the night,
Wrapped up in its wings,
It sleeps, it waits, its wings are a cocoon,
It closes its bright blue eyes,
Great disaster its awakening brings,
A thousand years ago,
It has slept for a thousand years,
A thousand years later,
What shall it learn and know?