A little girl, almost a woman So pretty, so young Sweet dress, shining hair Dancing alone above the meadow Smile on her divine face Red lips and green eyes The most beautiful creature That mortaks have ever seen But her eyes were empty like a well that has run dry The mad child is dancing her endless dance at night Dancing to her death, to the dark open grave Knowing nothing about her own destiny One soul has gone Lost in somewhere The young mind has fallen Into misery Hey little girl What is in your mind? Can't you stop this dance you're dancing in the night? But her eyes were empty like a well that has run dry The mad child is dancing her endless dance at night Dancing to her death, to the dark open grave Knowing nothing about her own destiny The morning has come Before our eyes The young beauty lying Under the godless sky The mad child is sleeping Her empty sleep And finally leaves To eternity But her eyes were empty like a well that has run dry The mad child is dancing her endless dance at night Dancing to her death, to the dark open grave Knowing nothing about her own destiny