Idioma Origen:
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
(Bridge:)
Her time will come
Her final doomsday
(Chorus:)
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
(Bridge:)
Her time will come
Her final doomsday
(Chorus:)
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 titles 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
Idioma Destino:
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
(Bridge:)
Her time will come
Her final doomsday
(Chorus:)
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
(Bridge:)
Her time will come
Her final doomsday
(Chorus:)
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 titles 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