[Verse 1, Black hair moves against the wind, Bronze clasps hold the leather skin. Horses drink beside the sand, Spears stand planted in the land. No chain is locked around her hand, No king commands the Amazon land. The belt was given by a god, Its buckle shines above the blood. The stranger leaves his shield behind, No drawn blade follows at his side. The ship is waiting by the shore, Salt wind moves the tented door. Take the belt and leave in peace. No spear is raised. No blood will speak. No spear is raised. No blood will speak. [Chorus, The Queen Without Fear! The leather belt is in her hand! The Queen Without Fear! Bronze clasps shine above the sand! Black hair burns across the wind! No blade has touched the living skin! The ships lie still beside the shore! The open tent becomes a door! [Verse 2, A woman runs between the spears, Her voice cuts through the horses' fear: "The stranger came to take the queen! His ship is waiting by the stream!" The belt is gone. The guards are blind. He pulls her toward the salted line. Bronze points rise across the sand, The broken peace slips from the hand. Horses scream beside the tent, The leather cord is torn and bent. A blade comes down beneath the cloth, The queen falls silent in the dust. [Pre-Chorus, Take the belt and leave in peace. No spear is raised. No blood will speak. No spear is raised. No blood will speak. [Chorus, The Queen Without Fear! The leather belt is in her hand! The Queen Without Fear! Bronze clasps shine above the sand! Black hair falls across the ground! The tented walls contain no sound! The ships lie still beside the shore! The open tent becomes a door! [Bridge, The bronze clasp cuts into the palm. The empty tent is still and warm. No enemy stands beside the door. Sand holds one dark mark of war. The belt is given... The belt is torn... The spear is lifted... The queen is gone... [Final Chorus, The Queen Without Fear! The leather belt is in his hand! The Queen Without Fear! Bronze clasps cut across the hand! Black hair lies beneath the sand! No king commands the Amazon land! The ships pull back from blood-stained shore! The open tent becomes a tomb! [Outro, [Male vocal, intimate, fading] The leather belt across the knee. The bronze clasp wet with blood. Ninth labor falls. [End]
