1. When the last eagle flies / over the last crumbling mountain, and the last lion roars / at the last dusty fountain. Refrain: In the shadow of the forest, though she may be all and one, they would stare unbelieving at the last unicorn. 2. When the first breath of winter through the flowers it´s icing, and you look to the north and the pale moon is rising. Refrain: And it seems like all is dying and would leave the world no more. In the distance hear the laughter of the last unicorn: I´m alive! I´m alive! 3. When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning, and the future has passed without even a last desperate warning. Refrain: Then look into the sky where through the clouds of pact is born. Look and see her how she sparkles: She´s the last unicorn. I´m alive! I´m alive!