| Over
the hills and forest
Past the cliffs of the east
There lie a crystal palace
Wrapped in a cloud of mist
Like a fairytale, a story longed
to be told
Of a fair sweet princess, cast under a spell
The crystal palace, her prison of ice
Not all that tempts her wandering eyes
One day her prince will come
On a horse of brilliant white
To kiss the fair princess
And turn the darkness into light |