The old legends always make stars shine
cause within it seems that they hide truths
even though the tales are just some old fantasies
love makes you believe they're real.
Once upon a time in far and lonely lands
an evil witch existed
no brave knight could defeat her
and the spirit of death still remains in the air.
At daylight demons surround her
she will not wait for evil to arise
but when stars become candles
the most precious maiden shall be born again
No curse is worse than this
but hope is the last thing that dies
there's one way that this witchcraft could be undone
the secret is inside_her heart
The lord of the night has decided
your salvation will be your wickness
a child of light is inside your womb
and the seed of the king is your harvest.
Finally the day has come
was easy to turn on the passion
the king fell on his knees by desire
the joy of freedom is trapped in a damned knife
She felt strengthless, her hands have opened
she brokedown in tears and misery
her mind was crushed by her heart
a lost heart damned with "the neverlove curse"