Il Giardino Di Monte Oliveto Maggiore Lyrics
Washing the incense
And blood from my eyes
The absurdities from my mind
Bells pealing, aspersions
I fell asleep thinking of angels
My name shall be reviled
Unto the end of the world
To the last generations
Of the songs of women
Abdiel, Gabriel
Pre-figure and merge
Uriel, Abaddon
Heralding a haven of hope
And Helen was screaming
Amidst chaos and candles
Blinded by blood
We behold the sophia
The Magus, he kneels
To kiss the abbots ring
A scream of silence pours forth
From her red lips
Her arms outstretched
Into a crucifix
With aspect of a woman and man
Shedding hair and gown
Adoring the perfect Sophia
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Prostrate before the icon twisted
Sabellicus worships the deviant
Spurious seraph
Sophistry, treachery
Obscene architect of dark artifice
Shivering and dancing in the breeze
The mirrors catch the sun...
