INDEPENDENT QUEEN

You are in the war field

Surrounded by foes around the fort

The crown is on your head

Picking up the tribal sword, heading the miserable warriors

In the midst of the weeping and mourning of the countrymen

Anointing your own-self, watching the slain of the people

Mysteries of the opponent prevailing like honeybee

Blasphemy towards the doctrine, defiling the witches

Zealous towards the counsel, nourishing the taste of victory

Reigned as a QUEEN in your own paradise!