Running under the three moons
Her world is feral, it's her hunting ground
The moon is full

She sings softly with the children of the night
What music they indeed make
The river moves swiftly

Down in the darkness
She rose to the light
Queen of the woods

She shone brightly
Her porcelain skin radiates like a 1000 diamonds

They bow down to her grace
Slept for seven days & seven nights
Her kingdom growing rapidly

Two twins crying loudly
The world was never ready
All her ways paved
To where they will Rome.