When the moon shines upon the void
The puppets' lonely princess
Shall dance with the enigma
A prophecy, written so long ago
Even before the tales of afterlife

Her tattered dress shall slowly
Sway, across the wooden floor
Her stripped feet shall gently
Tap upon the moonlit stage
And she shall lose herself
In his mysterious eyes

His hands shall hold her tight
And feel the warmth of love
His darkness shall fade away
Far, far into the abyss
And he shall lose himself
In the beauty of her hair

The puppets behind shall play
A macabre and ghastly serenade
For the two whose fates
Shall eternally be intertwined
Joined together, by their mutual love