I am a troubled woman
Sitting on a black chair
Drawing some strategies on the map of my life
Moving some pawns
From dark spots to white spots
From white corners to dark corners
Giving orders subtly to my credulous pawns
And I suddenly take the shape of a Baphomet
Making them do what contributes to my kingdom
I little mermaid Queen called Bahin Ji in my dreams
Is to execute these strategies
For I woman on my black chair
Can't allow my little self to fail
For the dream is too big
And the sky so high
And my beloved mother so down in her grave
So the moves need to be the right
Dark brain, sly mind
I advance and reign on my little plot of Land!