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