Through the trees there is a path
That will lead you to the wrath
And revenge of the White Queen,
In a land you’ve never seen.
Scary creatures will reveal
If you try to break the seal
Of the secrets lying deep
And the promise you can’t keep.
In the castle if you enter
You will step right in the center
Of a world of strange and odd,
Of a fight for rights of blood.
„Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who’s the most loved of them all?”
If the mirror says is she
Then the lovers will be free.
If the mirros says she’s not
Then the lovers, with no doubt,
Will taste hate and will face death.
Then their love will have no breath.
Fear, obey and try to pray
Or cruel consequence you’ll pay.
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