The Princess - Blutengel

Frozen landscapes, flowers made of ice

I see her traces in the snow

I am waiting for this winter night

Will she come to rescue me

Is it time to go

She is a princess and her heart is made of ice

But there is no coldness in her soul

She tries to heal my eternal pain

She is a princess in a world so full of tears

But there is no bitterness in her words

She takes my hand to show me love

I hear her voice, it’s pure and full of hope

I see a bright moon in the sky

I am searching for her eyes and wish

That she will melt the snow in my heart

I wish to sleep again, to dream her fairytale once more

To feel her endless grace, she’ll find the doubt inside me

Oh, let me dream