Greetings royal highness
An unsettling evening to expose
Where you pay the price of condemning sorrows
The sin to be your own

Is this expressing fiercely
A timeline in shades of darkness
A love set in medieval sadness
To your unwillingness

You are not alone
We are two machineries
You are original
We are the king's royal troublesome

Seventeen years, one hell of misery
A raging-savage perfect lie
What's supposedly to become tragic
Is a soul-eating and drowning life

Seventeen years hidden from the closet
Concern is from the royal times
The era often depicted me
As the maid and the king's second wife

The view from here feels like
A danger I risked many years ago
Now I am in deep sorrows
You are what you told
We are what we unfold