Sylver - Last unicorn

When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain and the first last lion roars at the last dusty fountain in the shadows of the forest, though she may be old and worn they will stare unbelieving, at the last unicorn when the first breath of winter through the flowers is icing and you look to the north and a pale moon is rising and it seems like all is dying and would leave the world to mourn in the distance hear her laughter of the last unicorn im alive and alive when the last moon ist cast over the last star of morning and the future is past without even a last desparate warning then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is formed look and see her how she sparkies, its the last unicorn im alive and alive