From the steppes of Scythia Came a righteous queen With sword in hand She rode beside her men Through wild and unforgiving lands
Yet to the west the king Cyrus the Great thought that he could lay claim To one who would not shackle herself To any man despite his name
How could he know That the queen he desired Would never submit Never kneel before his throne
Tomyris reigned A woman of strength and power Warrior queen of the Massagetae No man was her equal Who could ever rule beside her Tomyris May all men May all men know
Cyrus desired her land He lay a trap and captured her son The prince was dead by dawn The war between them had just begun
I swear by the sun The sovereign lord I will give you your fill of blood
Tomyris lead An army of mighty warriors For her they fought and killed and bled No man could defeat her How could one stand beside her Tomyris Her power would be known
Defeated by her army Cyrus the Great dead at her feet His skull the final trophy Drowned in human blood
His army dead See now I fulfill my threat You have had your fill of blood she said
Tomyris reigned A woman of strength and power Warrior queen of the Massagetae No man was her equal Who could ever rule beside her Tomyris May all men May all men knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
