[Words: A. Looström Music: T. Björn, A. Looström, S. Johansson, M. Wead]
Protected from the maze, the outside world
Empty eyes, distorted face
Without mental penetration from the wicked civilization
This isolated cold asylum an unforgiving salvation
She's a prodigy so very pure and delicate
Take her away to a place she can stay
Away from this gateway to madness
Turmoil feelings comes in random
A princess from the tragic kingdom
Given shelter from decline
Not a taste of life nor wine
Beyond all recognition, a piece a thing