In a far land
Through the gloomy wood
Opens an entrance
To where a dark castle stood
The dark castle
Covered in ivy
All air is dead
It's not very lively
The only life in the castle
Is by the front door
Where the prince stands
On the dusty old floor
Running over the floor
To find his true love
Little does he know
Her spirit is above
Creeping up the swirling stairs
Behind the heavy door
He sees her lying on the bed
There she will lay forever-more
There she lay all pale and white
He held her hand with true loves grip
He took a dagger to his throat
Always together they will sit.
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