Loving you more than the wind can explain,
You're a sweet princess to me.
What blooming field does not rival your blaze?
You're a sweet princess to me.

1. The purples of Pope enwinding combs.
Throughout the land I feel your throne.
But I feel low since the legend of time has declined.
Vulcan rages, but I trust in the sword of the mage.

2. Appropriate beast for making love,
You're reigning in my arcane lair.
I am scared stiff when your witchcraft spits out red-hot
Exhalation of those Teutonic fighters of hell.

Phantom of love that is over my head,
You're a sweet princess to me.
Your acrid fumes cannot stop my advance,
You're a sweet princess to me.

3. The temples of Rome deny your doom.
Thus hazard moments have increased.
Disengaging from the dream-world is huge dissipation.
That's my farewell, for such miracles will not remain.

Wizardry skills do not temper my flaw,
You're a sweet princess to me.
Wrecked in a storm like the Ellen Southard,
You're a sweet princess to me.
Throughout this tale there's that lethal defeat,
You're a sweet princess to me.