On golden wings She flies at night With her dress. It's blinding white Countless diamonds And her long blond hair. The queen is coming So you better be aware. Her plums and flowers They're never the same Blue and silver, It's all her game. Flying dragons And enchanted woods, She decides, she creates It's her reality.
Unicorns appear in her sight, The fireflies lead her trough these woods at night In search of the legendary amulet, And it's secret. In the big oak there is a door Which will lead her To the wizard shore, And she'll ask him For the wind to sail her home To the world where she belongs.
