You made me give my promise, A terrifying oromise. It's not the kind of promise made every day. To desicrate a timple, To tremple on a flower, To catch a butterfly and then just tear off its wings - It's worse than all of these things.
To dim the sun before the summer ends, To burn the castle down before the princess is awake. To kill a love when it's still so alive - I could not do it. My hear would break!
But I have given her my word And if the time should come I will do what I must! How could I!..
To dim the sun before the summer ends, To burn the castle down before the princess is awake. To kill a love when it's still so alive. I'll keep my word and My heart will break.