When the days are cold and bleak
Ancient legends begin to speak

The very last gift of the stars
Shall come upon us from afar.

Call upon the sword of gold,
The first to rise from the tales of old.

Nature soon will find its way
Bringing back the light of day.

And most important, the butterfly,
Will find a way to keep hope alive.

Three to summon from the earth
Three to aid in the world's rebirth.

But to save the world, you must find
A way to heal the hands of time.