- cifra
In the darkly fade
She gives a serenade
Lifts the clouds away
Stars around her face
Her light, it fills the room
The wizard in his gloom
Enchanted in her cage
She sings before the mage
It is late, but she's awake
And the silver curtain falls
Her eyes, never cries
In a tower full of spells
Lady in the lamp
Trapped inside a prison made of glass
Gives her little dance
In the necromancer's hand
Lady in the lamp
40 magic nights, 40 magic days
Without a word
The orchestra they play
She smiles and sings
In a state of trance
She knows her life will end
When the last chord dies
