There were once.
Rivers of golden,
Now it flows with the
tears of the broken.

There was a sister,
A light faery in the cells,
She was half princess
all because of misinterpreted spell.

The world is breaking,
(shaking and dying)
The Efäleañ kind are crying;
This world is breaking.

River's of red,
Were flowing down.
but the King's sword,
was never found.

The half princess,
left the cell broken.
What a big mess
See the king grin.

The world is breaking,
(shaking and dying)
The Efäleañ kind are crying;
This world is breaking.

This world is breaking.