The Good, Good Gods

He’s nearing so slowly. Who is the man?
The nature so silent. What is the plan?
My sister so nervous. What does she see?
My mother so touchy. What does she fear?

Ah – it could be the butcher’s son. Poor copy!
Ah – something odd-cruel is in the air…
Ah – she knows, they’re coming for me!
Ah – she feels, she has to leave, leave me.

Want to make me your slave?
I’ll poison your life!
To be your sex-doll?
I’ll barf on your body!
Need cheap working power?
I’m a spoilt princess!
You want me to die?
I’ll praise the good gods!

He looks so familiar – The killer’s son?
The clown points at me – where do we go?
Sister, stop weeping – So solemn, why?
Mother, stop crying – where’s your pride?

Ah – your dead daddy wants me to die!
Ah – a present to him and your gods!
Ah – to break my strong mother’s heart!?
Well – I’ll show you the hero, you heroes!

Want to make me your slave?
I’ll poison your life!
To be your sex-doll?
I’ll barf on your body!
Need cheap working power?
I’m a spoilt princess!
You want me to die?
I’ll praise the good gods!

I’ll praise the good gods
The good gods, mother,
The good, good gods…

Stop crying, mother!
They won’t rape me.
Stop begging, mother!
They won’t break me.
Stop cracking, mother!
I’ll go in dignity, dignity, dignity!
Stop it, mother!
Aren’t you the queen of Troy?