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Arose from distant downstairs of hell

I slipped into your book of fairy tales

As old as the dust of these corridors

As young as the flames that shall burn down it all

I was trembling like a hurricane lamp into the rain

Waiting for the passage of the Moon across this cursed land

You caught my stare from the corner of my eyes

I felt your presence as you were the one and only

Among the silent and mortal human beings

That could revamp a decaying world of defeat

And so the Sun revealed its plans

To turn the stars into the shine of your gaze

Hell will not miss me and god won't forgive me

But you'll reign with me in my wicked realm

As I was facing the colossal tide of human miseries colliding with me

I turned my back, laughing aloud, because of your irresistible smile

And when the war will be over and all my madness being washed away

Still I will take you to ride to nowhere, "Oh, my sweet Queen, the tide has turned again".