To Stone She Turned
There comes the princess on a ride
Her haughtiness, so cold and bright
A pleading voice calls from the side
To giant's daughter no delight
Her time will come
Her final doomsday
There's a shadow in her eyes
A token of her wicked ways
Her cold heart, so hate-scarred
May the curse fulfill so flesh and blood and bone
Will turn to stone
A marble palace all in white
Dominates the mountainside
These riches fill her with delight
Deep in her soul eternal night
Her time will come
Her final doomsday
There's a shadow in her eyes
A token of her wicked ways
Her cold heart, so hate-scarred
May the curse fulfill so flesh and blood and bone
Will turn to stone
Filth on white marble tiles caused a rage
That was leading just straight to her end
Her little son strolled the woods, so it reads
To clean him with bread was the last of her deeds
There's a shadow in her eyes
A token of her wicked ways
Her cold heart, so hate-scarred
May the curse fulfill so flesh and blood and bone
Will turn to stone
There's a shadow in her eyes
A token of her wicked ways
Her cold heart, so hate-scarred
May the curse fulfill so flesh and blood and bone
Will turn to stone
Her time has been fading
Her final doomsday's waiting
Her cold heart so hate-scarred
And her world falling down apart
Her haughtiness, so cold and bright
A pleading voice calls from the side
To giant's daughter no delight
Her time will come
Her final doomsday
There's a shadow in her eyes
A token of her wicked ways
Her cold heart, so hate-scarred
May the curse fulfill so flesh and blood and bone
Will turn to stone
A marble palace all in white
Dominates the mountainside
These riches fill her with delight
Deep in her soul eternal night
Her time will come
Her final doomsday
There's a shadow in her eyes
A token of her wicked ways
Her cold heart, so hate-scarred
May the curse fulfill so flesh and blood and bone
Will turn to stone
Filth on white marble tiles caused a rage
That was leading just straight to her end
Her little son strolled the woods, so it reads
To clean him with bread was the last of her deeds
There's a shadow in her eyes
A token of her wicked ways
Her cold heart, so hate-scarred
May the curse fulfill so flesh and blood and bone
Will turn to stone
There's a shadow in her eyes
A token of her wicked ways
Her cold heart, so hate-scarred
May the curse fulfill so flesh and blood and bone
Will turn to stone
Her time has been fading
Her final doomsday's waiting
Her cold heart so hate-scarred
And her world falling down apart
Credits
Writer(s): Mario Hirzinger, Jan Vacik, Georg Neuhauser, Thomas Buchberger
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