| Song | To Stone She Turned |
| Artist | Serenity |
| Album | Fallen Sanctuary |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Buchberger, Hirzinger ... | |
| There comes the princess on a ride | |
| Her haughtiness, so cold and bright | |
| A pleading voice calls from the side | |
| To giant's daughter, no delight | |
| (Bridge:) | |
| Her time will come | |
| Her final doomsday | |
| (Chorus:) | |
| There's a shadow in her eyes | |
| a token of her wicked days | |
| Her cold heart, so hate-scarred | |
| May the curse fulfill so flesh and blood and bone | |
| Will turn to stone | |
| A marble palace all in white | |
| dominates the mountainside | |
| These riches fill her with delight | |
| Deep in her soul eternal night | |
| Bridge | |
| Chorus | |
| Filth on white marble tiles caused a rage | |
| that was leading just straight to her end | |
| Her little son strolled the woods, so it reads | |
| To clean him with bread was the last of her deeds | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Her time has been fading, her final doomsday's waiting | |
| Her cold heart so hate-scarred | |
| and her world falling down apart |
| zuo qu : Buchberger, Hirzinger ... | |
| There comes the princess on a ride | |
| Her haughtiness, so cold and bright | |
| A pleading voice calls from the side | |
| To giant' s daughter, no delight | |
| Bridge: | |
| Her time will come | |
| Her final doomsday | |
| Chorus: | |
| There' s a shadow in her eyes | |
| a token of her wicked days | |
| Her cold heart, so hatescarred | |
| May the curse fulfill so flesh and blood and bone | |
| Will turn to stone | |
| A marble palace all in white | |
| dominates the mountainside | |
| These riches fill her with delight | |
| Deep in her soul eternal night | |
| Bridge | |
| Chorus | |
| Filth on white marble tiles caused a rage | |
| that was leading just straight to her end | |
| Her little son strolled the woods, so it reads | |
| To clean him with bread was the last of her deeds | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Her time has been fading, her final doomsday' s waiting | |
| Her cold heart so hatescarred | |
| and her world falling down apart |
| zuò qǔ : Buchberger, Hirzinger ... | |
| There comes the princess on a ride | |
| Her haughtiness, so cold and bright | |
| A pleading voice calls from the side | |
| To giant' s daughter, no delight | |
| Bridge: | |
| Her time will come | |
| Her final doomsday | |
| Chorus: | |
| There' s a shadow in her eyes | |
| a token of her wicked days | |
| Her cold heart, so hatescarred | |
| May the curse fulfill so flesh and blood and bone | |
| Will turn to stone | |
| A marble palace all in white | |
| dominates the mountainside | |
| These riches fill her with delight | |
| Deep in her soul eternal night | |
| Bridge | |
| Chorus | |
| Filth on white marble tiles caused a rage | |
| that was leading just straight to her end | |
| Her little son strolled the woods, so it reads | |
| To clean him with bread was the last of her deeds | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Her time has been fading, her final doomsday' s waiting | |
| Her cold heart so hatescarred | |
| and her world falling down apart |