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Story behind the song
The song is about Freya, the Norse goddess of love and beauty, daughter of Balder and Frygga, all of whom lived in the Asgaard, the Norse equivalent of Mount Olympus. The day Freya was the queen for was the day named after her -- Friday. Let's say the song is the Norse version of the adage, "Thank God it's Friday!"
Lyrics
The mad game the world so loves to play,
In heaven or in earth.
The gods know that they must be destroyed,
It's a legacy from birth.
Something riddled, something rhymed,
Something sight unseen,
Life to her is a shattered game
Of which she is the queen.
And it's just a game
Do you know her name?
Do you think she'll cry?
When I finally die?
Inside, outside, Balder's alarmed,
He knows what is to be.
Frygga's life is not her own
With a daughter such as she.
The woman god should have made before man
As long as the parts were fresh,
Is about to stir the Asgaard's pot
Into a terrible mess.
And it's just a game
Do you know her name?
Do you think she'll cry?
When I finally die?
To love, there is beauty
To passion, flame
With mortals such as we,
And in the end
We choose to blame it on
Goddesses such as she.
'Cause she's a
Queen for a day,
Queen for a day,
Queen for a day,
She's a queen for a day.