Once… There was a young maid She was so … She was so young and full of lust With flaming hair and nailed arms On a beautiful summerday in winter She looked out of the window She looked out and saw nothing Blinded by jealousy and duress She wanted everything and more She wanted everything and more Something, she never had before Day by day She asked her mirror What can I do? Am I not beautiful? A king, a king he must be! A man of fame, a man of honor Ten times better than all others Her soul to the devil and the King was weak Her body shook, finally fresh meat His innocence and all the senses left She led him on a leash because her leadership was deft