Sit down near my fire
I'll try to slake your story desire
Now you'll hear a magic tale
Are you ready for memory sail

Listen closely, I'll tell the story
About one boy (who) saved the World
Not for Fame and not for Glory
Only reason - he was so lonely...

Through the prism of his crystal tears
Parents' death awoke his dreadful fears
Scream of Evil inruded the night
Boy was wounded but he kept alive