I have mourned for eons now, and only my will shall rise me up from the ashes of sadness
I have cried rivers for into solitude I had been left
but my will shall rise me up from the mug of sadness
for eons I have loved him, even when he didn't love me at all
for behind my back he was cheating on
now My Will Rises up as a hydra from the sadness
and with flourishing anger and wrath my will shall make me new
No more regrets, no more tears unto him, for he doesn't deserve it
for he is a traitor, for he is a cruel and mean being of deceit
I SHALL RISE UP FROM THE NETHERS AND RISE AND RISE
FOR ONTO THE HYDRA'S WINGS I WILL FLY
