(Tempo: Slow, heavy, and ritualistic—like a funeral march that shifts into a sweeping, gothic waltz. Instrumentation: Distorted cello, a pulsing darksynth bassline, a music box that sounds slightly out of tune, and heavy, industrial drums.) Verse 1 A hundred winters in a bed of stone The briars grew to guard my velvet throne They thought the thorns would keep the world alive They thought the spell was meant to help me thrive But golden hair is just a clever shroud To hide the shadow of a blacken'd cloud. Pre-Chorus A heavy boot upon the rotting floor A foolish boy comes knocking at my door He cuts the vines, he thinks he's brave and bold To wake the beauty that the legends told. Chorus He broke the seals, he kissed the cold dead skin And now the nightmare is allowed to begin The princess wakes, but not with innocent eyes A thousand years of hunger under crimson skies The prince is bleeding on the castle floor The Sleeping Beauty isn’t sleeping anymore! Now the world will pay... Now the world will pay! Verse 2 He held my hand, he whispered of his grace He didn't see the malice on my face The fangs grew sharp beneath a smile so sweet An ancient predator has found her meat A century of thirst inside my veins And now I'm breaking from these magic chains. Bridge (Music swells: Operatic choir mixes with harsh industrial beats) Cunning and patient, I watched the empires fall I heard the crows outside my chamber wall You thought you rescued something fragile and pure? I am the sickness that you cannot cure! A hundred years of dreaming of the taste of red The crown looks better on the living dead! Guitar/Synth Solo (Screaming guitar feedback over a driving, dark synthwave pulse) Chorus He broke the seals, he kissed the cold dead skin And now the nightmare is allowed to begin The princess wakes, but not with innocent eyes A thousand years of hunger under crimson skies The prince is bleeding on the castle floor The Sleeping Beauty isn’t sleeping anymore! Now the world will pay... Now the world will pay! Outro The dawn is dead. The kingdom falls tonight. No happy endings in the morning light. (The music box slows down, clicking to a stop) Goodnight, my prince... (A low, dark laugh, followed by a sudden, heavy bass drop
