I'm going to lead you up the staircase,
And spin you round and round.
Because you're the princess of our dreams
Who's going to save us now.
When the clock strikes darkly twelve,
Do not run away in fear.
Because I'm going to save your life,
Don't leave me like a startled deer.
My life is yours is take and break,
In your dainty hands.
And with that heart comes me,
Tied up in woven strands.
That darkness that surrounds you so,
Should not control you now.
Wipe away that dirt from your hands,
And take one final bow.
You will find your gothic dream,
Hidden in a castle encroached with dark,
There you will spin your words and dreams,
And be awakened by the singing lark
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