How old are you my child?
I said im twenty one.
She said she likes us wild,
She said she likes us young.

She said that every morning,
Before her beauty dies,
She stands in from of mirrors,
Looks at herself and cries.

She told me that one night,
When she was just 18,
She thought she was the light,
She was the nocturn queen.

Same night she met, she told me
A man she didn't know,
He told her all must die,
"Your beauty'll have to go".

Hello, I am the devil,
Wishmaster of the night,
Don't cry my little sister,
I'll make it all go right.

But I need you to help me,
One soul of yours I need.
Imagine every night,
You'll be again 18.

How old are you my lady?
She said she's 51,
And I saw something shining
At corners of her eyes.

I said "I'll meet you some day"
"Not day", she said, "some night
A beauty with no soul
Is shamed to see the light".