Wrecking into darkness,
Rounding about the lowly grove.
Singing Precious,
Hymns of the holy love.

Wings spreading into length,
Eyes glazing over blood red.
Blood gone cold,
Releasing the old.

Archaic beast has awakened,
After these long years.
Finale of Transformation.
Life or Death.
What to Choose?

Finally old enough,
To cure thy soul.
Finally brave enough,
To say whats true.

I am awakened,
I will not take it anymore.
I am a woman.
Hear me roar.

I am beast,
Cursed with blue eyes.
Under the snowy wonderland,
I will claim my prize.