O, Melpomene,
I beg of thee,
Let your voice sing through me,
May your words shake forth from my bones,
Say I was once noble,
I was once a queen, a heroine,
That I fell from grace,
That I had once been in the embrace of paradise!
That I fell by my own hand!
Say 'twas hamartia that has doomed me,
That I was not merely born to suffer and die!
Mother of Sirens,
I beg thee please,
Say my tears were made of diamonds,
That my sobs are song.
Let me have been a tragedy!