Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who shall rise and who shall fall?
Who is righteous, who is cruel?
Who will prevail in this duel?
The lady of black is absuing the crown, once the lady of white rises,
the other will be nothing but a poor clown.
Dearest Older sister, look who's crying now?

I will have the last laugh, soon you shall see.
Once i am queen you will bow before me.