Astarte

She lies above the earth's sphere

Nothing against her powers

Mother of universe

Standing through the ages carrying the spots of time

The absolute owner of balance, beauty and war

Her teutonic sons built her states

Beyond the approaches of light and darkness


Serpent inside her dreams appeared with blood-dripping skin

Her legs are carrying the honors of her past

Her hands hole the four pagan rivers


Portraits of the majesty of war

Surrounded by the stonewalls of fertility

Lion crowed standing upon her towers

Her image surpasses the goddess's beauty

None can avoid her presence

None can win her crown


Feel the ecstasy of her astonished eyes

Feed her last with the juice of eternal beauty

Goddess of eternity, her passion to create

There, alone in the center of universe

Formed of the progression of sphere

Have written the secrets of reproduction


She awakes the winds under her dominions

Furious circles round her knowledge