black madonna

Theatres Des Vampires

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, Magdalene
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 Mistery
Her voice is lost in the desert

The black Madonna