Here she comes in the finest dress.
But what’s behind the fine princess.
It’s a masquerade of dark deceit.
Hear the light sound of her feet.
Swirling, giggling with sparkling eyes.
Fools even the oldest of the wise.
I’ve seen her at night so I know.
But to the world she’ll never show.
With the moon she turns and heading east.
Savaging the villages as a fearsome beast.
Who would believe me, oh darkest hell!
Who would listen, why should I tell?
In the dessert I’m a grain of sand.
In the castle just another page I’m.