JensT - Beauty and the Beast (Progressive Symphonic Deathcore Version)

In a city full of silver, where the merchant walked in pride,
Lived his daughters and his sons like stars a father kept in sight.
But among them shone the youngest, with a heart so soft and clear,
Beauty, gentle in her laughter, finding grace in all that’s near.
While her sisters dreamed of jewels, and her brothers dreamed of gold,
She believed that joy was simple, in a heart that loved and hoped.

But fortune’s wheels keep turning, and storms will have their say—
The rich man’s world was shattered in a single, ruthless day.

Chorus

Oh Beauty, sweet Beauty, with a soul as bright as dawn,
When the darkness gathered ’round you, still your courage carried on.
Through the sorrow, through the shadows, through the forests cold and deep,
You would walk into the Beast’s world where your heart was his to keep.
Oh Beauty… gentle Beauty… love was waking where he weeps.

To the countryside they traveled, leaving silks and dreams behind,
And while others cursed the labor, she found peace in humble times.
Then a whisper reached her father: “Your lost ship may yet return.”
And he wandered through the fog lands with a heart so filled with yearn.
At a castle lit with magic, unseen hands had set the fire,
Yet a single stolen rose would stir the Beast’s unspoken ire.

But the merchant’s trembling story, of a daughter pure and true,
Moved the creature to an ultimatum—one heart for another’s due.

Oh Beauty, brave Beauty, with your promise held so tight,
You stepped into the shadows just to save your father’s life.
In that castle full of secrets, where the halls in silence sleep,
You found kindness in a monster who believed himself too deep.
Oh Beauty… quiet Beauty… love was growing, slow and sweet.

Every evening at the table, dressed in gold and jeweled light,
Beauty met the Beast in silence, yet he treated her with right.
And he asked her, ever hopeful, “Will you take my hand someday?”
But she gently kept her distance, though she chose with him to stay.
In her dreams a prince was calling, with a fairy by his side—
A truth wrapped in enchantments that the daylight could not hide.

And when longing for her family stirred a trembling in her chest,
The Beast let her go with sorrow, for her voice he loved the best.

Oh Beauty, torn Beauty, with a heart now split in two,
You saw love within the Beast’s eyes, in the pain he never knew.
Yet the whispers of your sisters made the days slip past their keep—
Till you ran back through the forest where the Beast had fallen deep.
Oh Beauty… tearful Beauty… love awoke from sorrow’s sleep.

In the garden cold and dying, where the roses bent in grief,
Beauty knelt beside her Beast and breathed a prayer of pure belief.
“Live,” she whispered, “You are precious. You are more than what they see.”
And her words broke ancient magic like a storm breaks over sea.
From the shadows rose a figure—once a Beast, now freed at last;
A young prince with eyes familiar, like the one seen in her past.

Oh Beauty, bright Beauty, with a love that healed the scar,
You saw truth behind the darkness, saw the soul beneath the scars.
And the prince who once was cursed rose to meet you in the sun,
For your heart, so steady-beating, proved that love is never done.
Oh Beauty… perfect Beauty… you restored what once was lost.
Oh Beauty… tender Beauty… love is worth the deepest cost.

In the kingdom built from heartbreak, in a castle bathed in light,
Beauty walks beside her prince now, where the roses bloom at night.
And the tale the years keep singing, carried far on gentle breeze,
Is a song of simple kindness… and the Beauty in the Beast.