Queen of Earth, Sister of Heaven
Most peaceful, abundant Venus
Each star upon her golden crown
Merges her to the spiritual realm
Where her name is seen as desire
Flying on love, enclosed in wings
A full and fruitful Earth mother
Who bids the poet her open arms
Oh my God, my soul has come undone
Yet still the universe points to me
I am the son of the Empress
In her darker aspect she inhabits
A tumbled down castle in the sky
An emotional wreck, she wreaks havoc
With her harmful lifestyle
Creatively unable to conjure up
She pushes her pen with distress
No longer enrapturing the heart
Sickness and melancholy follow
Oh my God, my soul has come undone
Yet still the universe points to me
I am the son of the Empress
Oh my God, my soul has come undone
Yet still the universe points to me
I am the son of the Empress
I am the son of the Empress
I am the son of the Empress