A great lady of Maraclea was loved by a Templar, a lord of Sidon
But she died in her youth and in the night of her burial
Someone break'd the seals of her tomb
This wicked lover.... crept to the grave and... dug up her body
And violated... several times... so many times
Then a voice from the void bade him return
In nine months time for he would find a son
He obeyed the order and at appointed time
He opened the grave and found something close the bones
It was a head on the legs bones of skeleton
Skull and crossbones... secret relic
Same voice bade him: "Guard it well for it would be giver
all good things!" And so...
He carried away with him and it became a protecting genius
It been call'd Baphomet, in form of silver head
For the order that built to the sky, built across the time...
On the places... consecrated to her from over 40.000 years
Who this chaste whore that comes covered with silver hearts?
And looks a black Madonna in embroidered dress?
I saw this woman sitting on the temple's marble steps
Between two men and one side of her face was pale
Other was blushing, who is?
You poor dammit idiot! Are you so foolish as to believe
We'll openly teach you the greatest of secrets?
Will soon find yourself in the twist of a labyrinth
Initiation is a discovery of an underlying and perennial... philosophy!
Chorus:
Lady - our wicked lady - our alchemic lady of the bones! Mother heart of stone
Queenie - our skeletal queenie - our rottin' queenie from Magdala
For you're first and last
For you're the honorated and the hated
For you're the saint and the prostitute
If your burnin' saviour had been scourged to murky blood
Still blood as the chalice or the tray asks
How shall regal red snake, ran through the ages
Without its own vessel: the womb of her!
Chorus:
Lady - Rosa-Crucis lady - prostitute of Tyre - holy blood - lady bride of god
Who was married at feast of Cana? Mary Magdalene - whoroscope - mother of his son
We're so lost in her Celtic eyes, we're nailed like his Nazarene arms
The slow decay of blood decided the foolest of the deals
So our kind could re-survive more 40.000 years
And she sent a promise:
"I'll make of our kind the rulers, the rapers of the earth.
I'm prisoner of primeval matter, forced mother of universe,
but for you I'm the banner of bleeding meat
I'm the Ennoia, the eternal pregnant soul."
"Demiurge made me the keeper of the cycles of your lives,
I'm in the lunar phases and on fair virgins graceful sides,
Then I'm on the young, upstanding men...
I'm the source of their urge to fight and to fuck!"
He who can read these signs has
Just one wish; testy delirium
Or sleepy cry: to vanish...
Draggin' his pain across the life's paths
As a stranger
Leaden legs, vertigoes, blind pincers: surrender!
Lost in a circuit of biochemical feed-backs
Worn-out in a wisdom that can't be transmitted
Mocked by a haunting disease that is older
Than every his single cell: a yearn for die out!
I saw a horned god who wait
Where the first kind will have to die
And I saw around him a blinded
Wandering maid
With no more smell sense to guide her
And she said: "My lady abuse me."
"My lady abuse me."
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