Once a very long time ago
A girl was alive and she could grow.
Then one day she was turned to stone,
And since that day, she has not grown.
Her body's a statue; a picture, her soul
Because a man's heart was as black as coal.
Her hair will grow; long and wild,
But inside she'll remain a child.
By day she's stone; by night flesh,
Statue and portrait must always mesh.
If the portrait cannot be found,
Then stone feet will not leave the ground.
The body and soul must reunite
For this girl to walk through the night.
To break the spell, what all must do;
The moon must drink the morning dew.
The fire in the mountains high;
Must rise up to touch a blood-red sky.
Snow falls in summer, the silence spoken.
On this day, the spell will be broken.
An ocean falls down from the sky;
And the lands evil will then soon die,
And once all this has come to be,
The stone child will then walk free.