Living in a castle made of gold
With a blood red dress, the maiden is old
Between the eyes, she has a sign
A blurred circle, the sign of time

Trapped in for centuries
Through magic she stays

Maiden in time
Her beauty is a lie
Maiden in time
Eternally alive

A victim of her own spell, obsessed with youth
Afraid of getting old, she lost her mind
The twisted minded woman, keen silver sword
The color of her dress made of real blood

Marked with a clock hand
Extending her life

Maiden in time
Her beauty is a lie
Maiden in time
Eternally alive

Maiden in time
Her beauty is a lie
Maiden in time
Eternally alive