Behind the Mask I Grieve

Behind the mask is a man, a creature of deception, misunderstanding of his belief

A curse of evil has scarred his face, once a handsome prince now suffers in grief

Grief of the princess who took her life in a desperate moment of fear that her prince would never be freed

Free from the witch who took away his flesh, so he wears a mask and haunts the past

Haunting every tree, the weeping willow trail through the valley unto the castle peaks

Sobbing, yet hoping there might be a chance that his beloved bride will return to him one day

The curse will only be broken if a kiss is placed on her hand, then his flesh will reappear

As he waits, his trembling hands, shaking, he remembers the fragrance of her hair, as he calls her name, sweet Abigail

For when she sees his eyes of blue, so true, though deep behind the mask, she will rise again

A love so fair, none compare, so sad the two must have suffered, only the witch can bring them back

Oh my sweet Abigail, please come back to me, for I am still alive awaiting your kiss

Witch, come forth, I beg, and take away this curse and the mask in which I grieve

The saddest part is she took her life for me, I will kneel down at her feet and then sweetly kiss her hand

This is not just a fairy tale, but real love you see, and I will not stop the haunting hunt, for behind the mask I grieve