Immaculate,
as a girl with a princess dress
sleeping in a doll castle.
You were dreaming about the prince of your tale,
without foreseeing what time had in store for you,
always smiling.
Immaculate,
with trickery you were guided into the desert,
the night was lurking silently,
just as those who won't talk because of fear.
It doesn't matter how much damage they caused you.
You still are immaculate.
Princess of the night,
dressed up with a knot on the throat.
Hit by rage,
then abandoned and ignored.
Your killer will forever be chased
by your last glance.
Immaculate,
at the place you always dreamed about,
there's someone that saved you from evil,
riding a silver steed, on his arms,
he tells you that in your abused belly
they gave you immaculate life.
Immaculate.
Immaculate.
Immaculate.