Where has the bat flown,
That he casts no more
His shadow destroyed the land
but the sun is shining high?
Where has the unicorn fled,
That her glowing horn
No longer brightens
The darkest forest shadows?
They're gone from here,
And taken all their pride and sin.
And people become mad
maddness sets in.
And without them,
Our once-bright world cowers
Under the shadow of mourning,
Searching desperately through the murk
For the lost path our lost friends took.
