To the Fairest - Shallow Rivers

Goddess of beauty and love

Reveal your rival to me

Loose your greed for blasphemous enviousness

Dear Lady of Cythera

Give me the prize that I lust

The gift that all should me mine

By your hand guide me

To war

Did I break your fragile heart?

Did I shade your precious glory with sheer misery?

Are those fiery wicked eyes blinding you

Your deadened mind stupefying?

A desire for rest

You’re torn apart from her

At the wedding feast

İn unbearable sadness

She’ll dry your tears

With wine lips

Milk white skin

Will strip your mourning away

Be mine

In white capes of snow silk

One by one they entered the palace

Come to decide upon the apple of strife

Would you give it to the fairest?

Agony of defeat

Demlished lands

Shattered chaos of the battlefield and your soul

Vanity ravaged by war

Helena, I’ll bring all their treasure to your knees

I murder them all

I conquer them all

I slay and make them suffering

Be mine

Clouds obscure ethereal victory

The defeat will be my revenge forever

Here I die alone with no sympathy

Still I stand alone for my prize