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 wiegh 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 just only begun By what you've done
Your life was overshadowed by clouds of bitter greif 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 Left pride govern the weapon in her hand