Pioneira de marchas fúnebres, da doce alcova dos enleios me ergo para noutra pele ser a diligência!
Carpideira de sonhos perdidos, no mar alvo de paisagens quebradas....pelo ritmo descompassado...vejo-me estatuária lágrima perdida!
Um instrumento de dor incompreendido, imensurável!
E vejo cenários raiados de sangue, sangue quente, sangue pulsátil, sangue viril...sangue amado!
A love with the warmth of blood!
My journey's over
I'm stantding on the edge
and close my eyes
to this world of lies
My will is broken
it's the end of all my dreams
my soul yearns
for the valley of the queens
My rose has withered
it will never bloom again
the soil is dry
time has come to die
My faith has left me
they've stolen all my dreams
oh lay me down
in the valley of the queens
My search has ended
my name is carved in stone
on the temple wall
beyond Osiris hall
No holy sunrays
will light my tomb of dreams
I won't return
from the valley of............the queens
Valley of the Queens - Ayreon
