I’m done with all the talk,

They don’t understand what we’ve got.

Since I first saw you in that line,

I knew my heart was yours, not mine.

Work, duties, endless days—

None of it matters anyway.

Until I see your face once more,

I lie awake, my heart unsure.

A stranger’s shadow fills my room,

A tyrant’s touch, a cursed doom.

You know our lives depend on quiet—

A fleeting night, a dream in riot.

Burn the Bonfire of Astarte

Tonight, there is no queen or soldier

Only a man, a woman, and art.

Burn the Bonfire of Astarte

Tonight, there is no queen or soldier

Only a man, a woman, and art.

The night’s cold spreads in waves of pain,

The wind cuts sharp, dark and plain.

Yet the fire glows, warm and bright,

Casting gold into the night.

I can’t bear to be apart—

Without you, my soul would freeze.

But the guards came after me,

With crown, with scepter, and harsh decrees.

A stranger’s shadow fills my room,

A tyrant’s touch, a cursed doom.

You know our lives depend on quiet—

A fleeting night, a dream in riot.

Burn the Bonfire of Astarte

Tonight, there is no queen or soldier

Only a man, a woman, and art.

Burn the Bonfire of Astarte

Tonight, there is no queen or soldier

Only a man, a woman, and art.