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