A silhouetto painted black in the sky
Observing the events below
The author of the greatest sins of our kind
The master of all the riddles we know
She used to be an angel
Under the halo fo sincerity
But chose to differ from the rest of them
And to reign with inferiority
So beautiful and so appealing
Offering you an eternal healing
So few of us can resist
So understanding, not too demanding
Sharing her comfort by the fire
Restoring your potencies
Hiding under Pilate's gown
Laughing at your pitiful Kingdom Come
Lurking behind Madonna's skirt
Excecuting the holy birth
Gaining strength from our misbehaviour
Behold, she's possessing the power
Isolated and retrograded
So beauiful and so appealing
Offering you an eternal healing
So few of us can resist
So understanding, not too demanding
Sharing her comfort by the fire
Restoring your potencies
She needs the mortal hunger to justify her means
Then the peasants of anger harvest her seed
A human heart's so freagile and so disposable
So vulnerable for unknown threaths
Wouldn't you rather reign than serve?
