Medea
If only Your priestess heart had not been pierced by love
You'd known that
To leave your land was brave but not enough
To keep him
After he took you as his bride
You were cast aside
I wonder
Why did anger weighed so heavy on your heart
And tell me
What made you tread this agonizing path
Oh Medea
It hurts to see how old devotions fade
Now it's too late
Victorious through your visions, he sew the dragon's teeth
Guided by your magic, he took the golden fleece
As love turned into treason, scorn and deep disgrace
You had found your reason to let passion turn to rage
Medea
You've cried out
Insisting that revenge must be complete
Believe me
If your tortured mind will not accept defeat
Oh Medea
Your suffering's only just begun
By what you've done
Your life was overshadowed by clouds of bitter grief
But man and child fell victim to the spells you had to weave
This hopeless quest for justice was a price to high to pay
Cause no matter where you run to, the pain won't go away
Medea
A stanger
An outcast of impeccable descent
Who, in the end
Let pride govern the weapon in her hand
You'd known that
To leave your land was brave but not enough
To keep him
After he took you as his bride
You were cast aside
I wonder
Why did anger weighed so heavy on your heart
And tell me
What made you tread this agonizing path
Oh Medea
It hurts to see how old devotions fade
Now it's too late
Victorious through your visions, he sew the dragon's teeth
Guided by your magic, he took the golden fleece
As love turned into treason, scorn and deep disgrace
You had found your reason to let passion turn to rage
Medea
You've cried out
Insisting that revenge must be complete
Believe me
If your tortured mind will not accept defeat
Oh Medea
Your suffering's only just begun
By what you've done
Your life was overshadowed by clouds of bitter grief
But man and child fell victim to the spells you had to weave
This hopeless quest for justice was a price to high to pay
Cause no matter where you run to, the pain won't go away
Medea
A stanger
An outcast of impeccable descent
Who, in the end
Let pride govern the weapon in her hand
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Writer(s): Anton D Ton Scherpenzeel, Irene Linders
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