Written by Alex Scholpp, Michelle Leonard, Doug Wimbish, Tarja [bad word] 
Misty cold nights.
You'll hear her sigh
and sing bittersweet lullabies.

For years she prayed
the saints would cast
a spell for the forest to let her go.

She sings, she dreams, she prays.
She sings, she plays, she stays.

The black old well holds ancient tales
and makes all [bad word] [bad word] 
So throw your dream into the dark
and Blue [bad word] for you.

She sings, she dreams, she prays.
She sings, she plays, she stays...

Your safe with [bad word] to me
and bathe in these sacred, holy waters.
Cleanse your soul and mind;
I will take your grief away.
I will release your from your pain,
the saints will watch over you.
Salvations near, breathe in life my dear.