<<Who will mourn for me when I'm consumed by towering flames?
Damned eternally,
by a sleeping girl with a stupid name
read between the lines and see, there is more at work here than vanity.

No sweet prince, no soft lips will ever stir me from my slumber.
No strong arms are here to carry me off to... happy ever after.

I chose between power and love,
work and desire,
ambition made me queen,
with a hope for a life with something higher,
I didn't want anynone dead so I let them take a nap instead...

What will now become of the kingdom I have built
in the hands of a dairy maid?
Undo the good that I have dealt
All my life's work erased 
by slender arm and pretty face.>>