Alabaster Princess
The Alabaster Princess waits in her tower,
The darkness surrounding her like a thick cloak.
She waits for her prince, by the day, by the hour
The one from forever, from midnight's last stroke.
There's one who is fated to save her from exile,
From the hell of a mirror with no one to see.
No one looks back, from a darkness defiled,
No one to say "That reflection is me".
Alabaster Princess
waiting for the right time,
sweet disaster excess,
mourning in the night time,
White skin, dark eyes,
cold wind, stark skies.
Alabaster Princess.
The rustling of leaves, no footsteps to hear.
The blade in her hand gives a lover's caress
Her prince isn't coming, no rescue draws near.
A flow of red lace spreads on her white dress.
Perfection is gone, and she looks at the scars
from the battles she lost and from storms in her mind.
irrevocable wounds now stand bright on her arms,
There is nothing ahead, she leaves nothing behind
Alabaster Princess
standing on a knife edge
sweet disaster excess,
falling from a high ledge
cold skin, dark sight
Old wind, stark night
Alabaster Princess
A door into darkness opens its eye
Echoes of silence surround the white flesh
The footsteps are fading, a prince has arrived,
A breath and a whisper is all that is left.
Alabaster Princess
never heard a whisper
sweet disaster excess,
rescue never kissed her
White skin, dark sight,
cold wind, stark night.
Alabaster Princess
