I hear some bells ring
In the heights of the brink
In the depths of these mountains
There lies an old tale
Of a woman in love
Lover was a dream
To go and be who she wanna be
But there's always a villain to exist
Here it was the misogny
The blood of her sacrifice
Flows through the mountain slides
If you listen to the moon guide
You can hear her screams aloud
For the freedom she deserved to live
