In the year of our lord 1239;
There once lived a girl of the royal line;
The ancient stories do recall;
She was the fairest of them all;
In the castle made of stone;
Any night she slept alone;
Any noice that would raise the dead;
Couldn't wake her sleepyhead;
The stranger came from the foreign land;
Asking for the maiden's hand;
Her father said no go away;
She's gonna marry a king one day;
The stranger he came back again;
Riding with 10 thousand men;
The battle cries feel always dread;
But couldn't wake her sleepyhead;
The fighting lasted all day long;
But the castle wall‘s very thick and strong;
The stranger cried let her decide;
Where her true affections lie;
So the king knocked on her door;
Only you can end this war;
No one knows how the story ends;
Did she ever wake again?
Will she ever wake again?
END.