And she's dreaming about

The view over the castle down below

There is no doubt

A curse came upon her

As she knows...



The voices of reapers

Shading off into sounds of the night

Becomes visible in a mirror

The mirror with its magic sights



The cause of the inner row

Is the promise of horror and strife

If she keeps looking at the beauty below

Despair will take over her life



Her eyes , her deep blue eyes

She averts them from the casement

And she is weaving

While the loom obeys her hands

Weaving...



Lustful groaning by moonlight

A luscious mistress and her paramours

Making love in the brewing night

Till dawn they enjoy each other

While being a mirrors magic sight



And when someone dies

A threnody sounds from the towers

So she weaving in her web

Also weaving a funeral

Under sunbeam showers