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Rising up from the shadow for the prize he thought he had won,
He covered up his eye like he’d never beheld the sun,
Oh lady of light,
Come into the night…
He dragged her down into the deepest well,
His cold pale hand like a diving bell,
He said “Hold on. Trust me. I won’t ever let you go.”
The fantasy, the fairytale,
The tragic story of the Queen of Hell.
She holds on to the world above and won’t ever let it go.
All her choices measured by deceit,
The innocent can fall so easily,
And now the winters here are so damn cold,
Her mother’s tears won’t melt the ice and snow.
He dragged her down into the deepest well,
His cold pale hand like a diving bell,
He said “Hold on. Trust me. I won’t ever let you go.”
The fantasy, the fairytale,
The tragic story of the Queen of Hell.
She holds on to the world above and won’t ever let it go.
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