Astarte-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