Irene

There is beauty in the madness, to the throne of power I am led

I am the wandering albatross soaring over the edge

I will never turn away from you and show the other side of my face

Just like the Moon is to the Earth locked in constant embrace

I am starving but cannot be fed, for centuries you reigned alone

Bringing an end to patriarchs with the binding of hair

The crown lies within me embedded deep like a knife

No man can stand before me in the face of Christ

You want no piece of me

I want no peace for you

All these factors play into me ruling you

The reflection of authority blinded by an act of sacrifice

You are tethered by your dignity faltering in the fray

I will never turn away from you and show the other side of my face

Carry out divine punishment, I abacinate

You want no piece of me

I want no peace for you

All these factors play into me ruling you