In ye midnight with ye crescent moon,
We're in ye olde castle and dancing
Timing our step to the cathedral's bell,
And I, however, am sitting alone.

Then our prince, whom we,
Especially I, long for,
Sudden look at me'n, approach me,
And'e says,''Dst thou dance with me?'

I'm surprised o'course, but I manage to say,
'Cert'nly, sire,' and stand up,
We dance dreamily 'cause he's smiling,
Can't know how I'm happy!

Ye olde catsle's beautiful and wonderful
'Til dawn, 'til ye sun rise,
When I must leave, and I tell'im,
'Thou shalt not leave,' he says,
So I ask'im why, and'e answers,
''Cause I,' can see what he shall say,
'Love thee,' here you see?
But I must go by ye dawn,
So I ask'im,
'Want me to be with thee?'
He nods, and I ask'im,
'Want to be with me?'
He nods again,
'―Whatever happens?'

So I, who was ghost, kill'im,
And we go straight up to my worlde hand in hand,
And we shall dance as long as he loves me.