In the midst of winter I hear them cry,
For all the nights I have said goodbye.
Let thy heart rest on mine, as I will fill it with red wine.
With every touch of passion, my skin has all the answers,
Kiss by kiss let my compassion
Heal your troubles with pure passion.
For all the roses I have received
Every thorn did feel my grief,
And every pedal my love for thee.
Impossible to forget a warrior goddess that I am,
Aphrodite, that is my name.
Married to Hephaestus to have a status,
But unfaithful and dishonered droved by my desire,
For other men with tricks and complex spells
In their madness I have fell.