Don't show me vain prophecies Fake gypsies, vain astrologies I've strayed from the tomb to a sanctuary Where there are only chimeras Satirizing the gods of men announcing a hybrid age Making barbarity sacred the impurity of... bastards reneging virtues Shaping Beliefs On Lands Of Quarrels
On top of a mountain an obelisk rose alone I followed the Basilisk Towards his throne To search for Beatrice The cockatrice from her offender
I danced over seas with serpent mothers So Beatrice Stole From My Mind... The lucidity that I had just seek like a worm she made me crawl At her mercy I walk Slowly to the heart Of the serpent of the Sepentary
Between chimeric serpents Reigned the Basilisk He made the Obelisk His Reign of the Sun The Venuses of the Earth Have been kidnapped they became heartless chimeras
Young Lovers Prepare Yourselves Before Dawn bring from there your stolen lovers it opened The door of the chimera's way
And I will search For my Beatrice And the Skin of Cockatrice Will be abandoned the thunder falls on over the obelisk and in the dungeon, there'll be the basilisk burning for every broken heart
Compositor: Mariana Chaves Duarte ECAD: Obra #34586294 Fonograma #33237600