Theatres Des Vampires - Black Madonna

... An echo blowing among the desert, Forgotten prayers buried alive In the burning sand Arabian memories Of her scent , in the wind Her ebony hair so long and tousled, Alabaster skin, so pure and cold Carved by the hands of sin Her crimson lips The black Madonna Kissed by the son of the father Beloved more than sons of his faith Moving her body in the sand She is the sinner, salomé The seven devils dance with her With the dance of the seven veils. She is the one who knows all Black Madonna, salomé With the dance of the seven veils Black Madonna, salomé She is the blood, she is the grail. Black Madonna, Magdalene. With the dance of the seven veils Black Madonna, salomé She was crying,sweeping his feet Drying the drops of innocent tears With black hair ,over and over She gasped with pleasure,in the sand Like a poisonous snake The queen of mystery Her voice is lost in the desert ...the black Madonna