Vision
1984
High in their hands they hold
black cloths and lament;
the black mothers of the world
they light candles
To light up Tartarus
to wake the fair archangel
To make a blue light
a universal song
to flood the world
and guide us.
In the crystals of the abyss
before the gates of Paradise.
Vision
High in their hands they hold
black cloths and lament;
the black mothers of the world
they light candles
To light up Tartarus
to wake the fair archangel
To make a blue light
a universal song
to flood the world
and guide us.
In the crystals of the abyss
before the gates of Paradise.
