| From a dark horizon | |
| a harlot once came, | |
| searching for the right path | |
| to bring her to fame. | |
| Ignorance and falsity: | |
| a perfect symbiosis, for a royalty | |
| Hold on | |
| to your throne of glass. | |
| Let not | |
| oblivion veil your name. | |
| Stand strong | |
| against the days that pass. | |
| Fight time | |
| your empty shell is the | |
| pillars of your fame. | |
| In the tower of the queen | |
| the joker loses his stage | |
| as she wields the banner | |
| of vanity for the wage. (2x) | |
| Beware | |
| doubles fill the court. | |
| Who's who | |
| in this hollow masquerade. | |
| Take heed | |
| your reign might be short. | |
| But wait | |
| the crown on your head could be saved | |
| by blood on the blade. | |
| From a dark horizon | |
| a harlot once came, | |
| searching for the right path | |
| to bring her to fame. | |
| Ignorance and falsity: | |
| a perfect symbiosis, for a royalty | |
| In the tower of the queen | |
| the joker loses his stage | |
| as she wields the banner | |
| of vanity for the wage. (2x) |