Theatres des Vampires

7th track of the new Theatres des Vampires album "Moonlight Waltz". Hope you enjoy the song!

Lyrics:

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

Comments

8 years ago

Μάνος Ασημένιος

Unbelievable!

12 years ago

jakeov

More songs like this would be a good future for Theatres des Vampires, the music, the lyrics... it's one of their best, and one of the best overall. Sonya is becoming an excellent writer.

12 years ago

Daryl Dekking

@Serenula68 The lyrics were already there >.>

12 years ago

Serenula68

bubzbooty1: "lyrics please" this :)

12 years ago

Serenula68

@Gothicssss What?bubzbooty1 wrote it ,I copied it ,what's the problem?

12 years ago

Daryl Dekking

@Serenula68 Thank you for copy pasting...

12 years ago

Serenula68

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

12 years ago

Serenula68

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

13 years ago