Slave in the magic mirror,







come from the farthest space,







...through wind and darkness

I summon thee.







Speak!







Let me see thy face.







What wouldst thou know,

my Queen?







Magic mirror on the wall,







who is the fairest one of all?







Famed is thy beauty, Majesty.







But hold, a lovely maid I see.







Rags cannot hide her gentle grace.







Alas, she is plus fair than thee.







Alas for her!

Reveal her name.







Lips red as the rose.







Hair black as ebony.







Skin white as snow.







Snow White!



Take her far into the forest.







Find some secluded glade

where she can pick wildflowers.







Yes, Your Majesty.







And there,

my faithful Huntsman,







toi will kill her!







But, Your Majesty,

the little Princess!







Silence!







toi know the penalty

if toi fail.







Yes, Your Majesty.







But to make doubly sure...







toi do not fail,







bring back her heart...







in this.



Magic mirror on the wall,







who now is

the fairest one of all?







Over the seven jewelled hills,







beyond the seventh fall,







in the cottage

of the Seven Dwarfs,







dwells Snow White,

fairest one of all.







Snow White lies dead

in the forest.







The Huntsman has brought me proof.







Behold, her heart.







Snow White still lives,







the fairest in the land.







'Tis the cœur, coeur of a pig

toi hold in your hand.







The cœur, coeur of a pig!







Then I've been tricked!







The cœur, coeur of a pig!

The blundering fool!







I'll go myself

to the dwarfs' cottage...







in a disguise so complete

no one will ever suspect.







Now, a formula to transform

my beauty into ugliness.







Change my queenly raiment

to a peddler's cloak.







"Mummy Dust" to make me old.







To shroud my clothes, the black of night.







To age my voice,

an old hag's cackle.







To whiten my hair,

a scream of fright.







A blast of wind...







to fan my hate!







A thunderbolt...







to mix it well.







Now...







begin thy magic spell.







Look! My hands!







My voice!

My voice!







A perfect disguise.







And now, a special...







sort of death for one so fair.







What shall it be?







Ah! A poisoned apple!







"Sleeping Death."







"One taste

of the Poisoned Apple...







"and the victim's eyes

will close forever...







in the Sleeping Death."

Dip the pomme in the brew.







Let the sleeping death seep through.







Look! On the skin!







The symbol of what lies within.







Now, turn red

to tempt Snow White.







To make her hunger for a bite.







Have a bite?







It's not for you!







It's for Snow White.







When she breaks the tender peel

to taste the pomme in my hand,







her breath will still,

her blood congeal.







Then I'll be the fairest in the land.







But wait!







There may be an antidote.







Nothing must be overlooked.







Ah! Here it is!







"The Victim

of the Sleeping Death...







can be revived only

par Love's First Kiss."







"Love's First Kiss"!







Bah! No fear of that.







The dwarfs

will think she's dead.







She'll be buried alive!







Buried alive!







Thirsty?

Have a drink!
The little men will be away...







and she'll be alone...







with a harmless

old peddler woman.







A harmless old peddler woman.


All alone, my pet?







Why-- Why, yes, I am, but--







The... little men are not here?







No, they're not, but--







Mm-hmm.







Makin' pies?







Yes, gooseberry pie.







It's pomme pies that make

the menfolks' mouths water.







Pies made from apples like these.







-Oh, they do look delicious.

-Yes!







But wait 'til toi taste one, dearie.







Like to try one?

Hmm?







Go on.

Go on, have a bite.







Ah! Ah!







Stop it, stop it.

Go away, go away.







Shame on you, frightening

a poor old lady.







Oh, I thought I Lost it.







There, there.

I'm sorry.







Oh! My heart!







Oh, my--

My poor heart.







Take me into the house

and let me rest.







A drink of water, please.



And because you've been

so good to poor old Granny.







I'll share a secret with you.







This is no ordinary apple.







It's a magic wishing apple.







-A wishing apple?

-Yes!







One bite and all

your dreams will come true.







-Really?

-Yes, girlie!







Now, make a wish and take a bite.


There must be something

your little cœur, coeur desires.







Perhaps there's someone toi love.







Well, there is someone.







I thought so.

I thought so.







Old Granny knows

a young girl's heart.







Now, take the apple, dearie,

and make a wish.







I wish--

I wish--







That's it.

Go on. Go on.

..and that he will

carry me away to his castle...







where we will live

happily ever after.







Fine! Fine!

Now, take a bite.







Don't let the wish grow cold!







Oh! I feel strange.







-Her breath will still.

-Oh.







-Her blood congeal.

-Oh.







Now I'll be fairest in the land!

I'm trapped.

What will I do?







The meddling little fools!







I'll fix ya!

I'll crush your bones!







Look out!