Empress of the waves, Warrior Queen,
Ruler of the bold.
Lead us to battle, lead us to jewels,
And to red gold.

Your soft hands cool my brow,
Do kiss my cheek;
If you can reach so high; mighty is your will,
You rule all, all that you seek.

We are ready to follow, command us,
To ride to the South.
Lead us to victory, or lead us,
To red death.

Why do you cry? Look, find him,
I will surely slay the man,
Find him, the one who has failed,
Who has earned my hand.

Now you smile, now all, all is well,
Dread Queen of the West.
Now My Lady, lead us on to victory,
And the test!