Trapped within the warmth and the darkness, from the waking world I was torn
 Never leaving dreamless slumber, in a mind that broken and worn
 Guarded by uncounted ready guns and blades
 Sharper than a barrier of thorns

Once, out in the sky I was happy, faintly I remember the sun
 Soaring through the dawn and it brightness, battle, beauty, both had I won
 Then a flash of pain as the metal pierces flesh
 And all at once my roaming was done

Wires through my veins and tendons, keeping safe my hateful old lord
 Protecting his infernal defence grid, unwillingly my lifeblood is poured
 I once heard tell a kiss could wake me
 But I hope my prince will bring me a sword

Take Aurora in gently, Nastya, let’s see what these Rosies can do
 Gotta say I’m in the mood for violence and I reckon you might be too
 Let’s get this party started the only way we know
 Gunfire and explosions, that’s our cue.

Fire ‘til your guns are empty, ‘til your [bad word] dry
 If you’re finished playing at soldiers you might have noticed we cannot die
 I suggest you beat a [bad word] tactical retreat
 Or we’ll let slip the dogs of war and havoc cry

Jonny: Is that her? How do we wake her up?
 Nastya: You could try kissing her.
 Jonny: I’m not going to kiss a sleeping stranger, Nastya. That would be really [bad word] creepy.
 Nastya: Or you could shoot the machines until it shuts down.
 Jonny: That’s better. *gunshots* Huh, guess that did the trick.

Here within the central chamber, circled by the dead, Beauty sleeps,
 Inching ever closer to freedom, there beyond the glass, still she weeps
 I wonder what surprises the waking world will hold
 As gradually consciousness creeps.