Blutmärchen
The dark fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm — symphonic melodic death metal from the black forest.
Spieglein, Spieglein an der Wand, wer ist die Schönste im ganzen Land?— Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?
The Grimms describe her in three colours: white as snow, red as blood, black as ebony. She is born from a wish whispered against a winter window, and her mother dies as she draws her first breath. The stepmother who replaces her is the most famous mirror-asker in literature — and the question she asks is not about beauty. It is about succession. Who comes next. Who gets to be seen. Who outlasts whom.
The song foregrounds the mirror. Not the apple, not the dwarves, not the glass coffin. The mirror is the engine of the entire story: a small surface that tells the truth even when the truth will get someone killed. The stepmother is not vain. She is terrified of being replaced, and the mirror will not let her forget. Each verse leaves more frost on the glass. Each chorus is the line she cannot stop asking. The huntsman, the apple, the comb, the lace — these are only the answers her terror manufactures.
What survives in this tale is the recognition that the mirror is in everyone. There is a question we keep asking the world about our own standing in it, and the world keeps answering with someone younger, brighter, less bruised. Mirror of Blood and Snow is for the ones who finally smashed it. The shards are sharp. The room is quiet. The face you see now is your own.
White as snow
Red as blood
Black as ebony
Born of winter
Marked by sorrow
Veiled beneath a dying sky
“Spieglein Spieglein an der Wand
Wer ist die Schönste im ganzen Land”
Black queen rising
Venom burning
Pride corrupted into hate
Mirror speaking
Truth like lightning
Calling death to answer fate
Hunter sent into the forest
Blade prepared for innocence
But the dark devours the murder
And the child escapes the end
Through the thorns and through the silence
Past the roots and broken stone
I was carried by the cold wind
Far away from all I’d known
Seven shadows seven candles
Little shelter in the night
In a house of mountain sorrow
I concealed my fading light
“Weiß wie Schnee
rot wie Blut
schwarz wie Ebenholz”
A curse upon the fairest
A hunt beneath the frost
No prayer can still the mirror
No mercy heals the lost
The name that shines in winter
Must walk the road of death
Mirror of blood and snow
Carry me far below
Into the crystal sleep
Where silent angels weep
Poison and jealous fire
Feed the blackened desire
Call her to frozen death
Steal her immortal breath
Yet under coffin crystal
The buried heartbeat glows
No grave can hold forever
The child of blood and snow
Laces tightening
Comb teeth cutting
Still the queen returns for more
Smiling poison
Ancient hunger
Waiting at the hidden door
Then the apple
Red and shining
Sweet as death and cold as fate
One dark fragment
One lost moment
And the world collapses late
It touched my lips like scarlet longing
Soft as sin and still as night
Then the forest fell to silence
Then the day withdrew its light
“Da fiel Schneewittchen nieder
und war tot”
So spoke the tale
But not the soul
For beneath the hush of mourning
Something pure remained alive
In the coffin made of crystal
Time became a frozen sea
Voices wept beyond the branches
But the stars remembered me
Glass and sorrow
Snow and mourning
Death laid bare but not complete
Fate is turning
Stone is shaking
Darkness falling at her feet
I hear the grief of all the pine trees
I feel the winter breathing near
Yet sleep is not the end of beauty
And no poison conquers here
Mirror of blood and snow
I was the lost below
Bound in a crystal flame
Buried without a name
Now let the black heart break
Now let the silence wake
No poison no iron crown
Can drag the immortal down
From coffin glass to dawnlight
From winter into flame
The fairest is not beauty
But the soul no hate could tame
White as snow
Red as blood
Black as ebony
“Spieglein Spieglein an der Wand...”
I return from sleep
I return from night
I return in blood and snow
- Artist
- Blutmärchen
- Song title
- IV — Schneewittchen (Mirror of Blood and Snow)
- Album
- Grimm Tales, Vol. I — In Blood and Fire
- Released
- 2026
- Genre
- Symphonic melodic death metal
- Country
- Luxembourg
- Label
- Self-released
- Rights
- © 2026 Blutmärchen — All rights reserved
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