The beautiful Elisabeth,
dachs by her feet and spirits rising high.
A falcon and the whitest dove,
with St Martin's luck
and a taste for courtly love.
"One minute more" she said and asked :
"isn't it strange that even death wears a mask"
if it's to go where young hearts break
then i'm too old and i've made too many mistakes.
The beautiful Elisabeth
dachs by her feet and spirits rising high
with secrets not to be revealed
you have my word, they wear wind's golden seal.
