Dead! My son is dead!

My one and only son!

I did all I could, but it wasn't enough,

Oh! That I could black out the sun!

I can't be alone, so I've made a plan,

That girl will bear a child,

I'll give her her wish, but take that little prince,

A better plan I've never styled.

Ah! The gods hate me!

Let my gold go up in flame!

I'm always so clever, I never miss a trick,

But that wench she guessed my name.

I can't be alone, I'll make a new plan.

This time I will win.

I won't die alone, I'll get a son

Or my name isn't Rumpelstiltskin!