For Alissa White-Gluz

Queen of metal songs,
A delicate voice, a woman of iron.

But iron is in the 26th place in the periodic table,
While you are in the first place among the stars of the world.

It is said in religion that iron was sent down from the sky.
You too are an angel sent down from the sky,
And what you sing is like a holy verse.

Your hair is blue, like the skies,
Your voice is the sound of thunder, the sound of lightning.

Greetings to you, 
O woman of iron,
Descended from the heavens.

Four guitars in the band,
Each one looks like a big key.
In the four corners of the world,
The doors are closed to us.

Open the doors of truth!
We are drowning in a sea of lies.
Let us swallow a spoonful of truth,
Truth like medicine.
Let the spoons be made of iron.

Bahtiyar Hidayet, Azerbaijan