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, Salome'
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, Salome'
She is the blood, she is the Grail.
Black Madonna, Magdalene.
With
the dance of the seven veils
Black Madonna, Salome'
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
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