Great minds talk ideas of life,
Of lasting successes for beautiful brides,
Of pleasure and feelings that cut like a knife
The flesh to the bones of who it's soul hides.
The fear becomes blood, the pleasure, desire,
The doubt and the ration oppress and control,
The logic of actions contradict the fire
And guides soldiers and guardians to the celestial pole.
I am the queen resurrected from the cliffs,
The ruler of angels, the army of god,
I'm the commander that everybody miss
And nobody tries to understand beyond.
I am the queen of the blooded violins,
That worships the wine and curses the sea,
The mother of storms, the goddess of sins,
The master of pain, the suffer...that's me!
I've conquered the kingdoms of shadows and thunder,
I own all the lands of Zeus himself,
The clouds are all mine and there is no wonder
That when I feel free I'm all by myself.