 The wild, the wilds has lifted, and the fairytales have won. There's a kiss at the end of the rainbow, more precious than a pot of question's glory. Every night and maiden fair shall be joined when the quest is over, they swear, and when the vent says lifted, and the fairytales have won. There's a kiss at the end of the rainbow, more precious than a pot of my sweet, my dear. You're so far, ocean of tears divides us, let the bridge above dreams has lifted, and the fairytales have all been torn, it's sad the end, precious than a pot of my sweet, my dear.