i have lost my power of consolation cries aphrodite
my beauty turns his face sour with disgust
he acts like i am buried, now spits on my grave
ive lost my attributes cries aphrodite
im in disrepute and his ears
ooooh...
and his ears dont hear my mournful singing voice
what upon the skies shall i do cries aphrodite
which moon was it that set his heart
on this course to always drift out to sea
Yes! I see! cries aphrodite
it was no moon but the world
The one i put before him and now whipped from beneath him
His now takes the form of a whirlwind spin of Poseidon himself
Oh the crimes i commited cries aphrodite
oh the shame of my beautiful wealth cries aphrodite
look, please, to me once more my Fisher King
