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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."