Black Madonna - Theatres Des Vampires

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 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 mistery
Her voice is lost in the desert
The black madonna