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Born on a island in the sky,

His goddess was ripped from his hands.

On the wings of a crimson bird he will fly,

And dive below the clouds,

To discover most sacred lands.

Raised in a forest of fairies,

The elven boy found his princess.

Burdened by the task he carries,

He will sleep for seven years.

The Hero of Time is ageless.

The moon is falling.

Three days, three days, three days.

The spirits of the masks are calling.

She is just a memory now.

Time is wasting away.

Voices are calling in the breeze.

The ocean holds an evil tide.

The leader of the pirates rules the seas,

Her charm is somewhat familiar.

The Hero of Winds sails by her side.

The land is succumbed to the Twilight.

As mysterious shadows follow his trail,

He will rise as a wolf one night.

There is one evil left to banish,

And her heart's savior will finally prevail.