Skin of thorns A breath of fire No life comes near it None feels it's desire
A longing for something To ease the loneliness In these deep enchanted woods It feeds on emptiness
Who hears you, who sees you Only those who you infect with fear No equals, a darker part of light Your only legacy was the pleasant shades of night
And now it's been to long Your cry of pain to someone You are the melancholy beast of the woods Never have you felt at home In the silent dark of your throne You are the melancholy beast of the woods
Who hears your cry Who looks beneath A twin born creature or a fellow soul
Behold your queen One of your kind Not of looks, but of what's kept inside
Who hears you, who sees you Only those who you infect with fear Across the ages you've waited patiently Oh and now she's here, a light so clear
And now it's been to long Your cry of pain to someone You are the melancholy beast of the woods Never have you felt at home In the silent dark of your throne You are the melancholy beast of the woods
And the world held it's breath in enchantment And the beauty and the beast within united And the light and the dark were as one And a new way of understanding was born