Desert Temple

We have gathered at this holy Hour of matrimony In our sacred desert temple Portal of the Will eternal Eight, six, seven, nine surround us Crossroads of the Art and the Tower This is where the magic happens Drown yourself in womb of satin Smear the balsam, light the beacon Earthly chains of sin grow weaker As the mouth of naught gets deeper Only word of sin, restriction Bed of sands of time forms thicker Sacred geometric figures One must sink before he's risen Drown yourself in bloody kisses Sleepless dreams of endless screams Fading out, you will not feel Anything at all Anything at all The soul is a beast that needs to be free Free from the profane chains Chains forged in the flames of fear By little men, tyrants, priests The soul is an artist, a painter, a poet The voice that keeps the Cosmos in motion What is a man who knows not his soul His beast, the artist, the painter, the poet The ecstasy of love will free his soul The unity in nothing guides him home Map of this Universe is hidden in a song A song that is written in geometric forms Sing the song, we are all chosen ones Hide from no one but choose to Love The soul is a beast that needs to be free So break the profane chains of fear The soul is an artist, a painter, a poet The voice that keeps the Cosmos in motion What is a man who knows not his soul His beast, the artist, the painter, the poet