| Scarlet woman your eyes are in the mirror
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| Where all vices of men can reflect down on Earth
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| Scarlet as all the flames born in springtime
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| As the female substance of your name: BABALON!
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| Your soul is red as blood by moonlight
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| Your womb gives to unholy ghosts
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| Your lotus provides us with the Elisir
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| You’re the sweet-smelling lady of darkness
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| And receive the Sun’s strenght through the red doors of lust
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| Like a Phoenix reborn from the ashes
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| You scan time to prepare for the advent of the Beast
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| I drink your nectar filled with magic
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| 'cause I will change it into life
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| Your sex to me is the source of every will
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| Ride the Beast, sweet whore of Hell
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| And turn my pain into Heaven
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| Suck my blood and tear my soul
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| Let the night set ablaze our love!
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| You’re the adulteressm the lady of changes
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| You’re the virgin, the mother, the lady of spell
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| Oh my magical, mystical woman
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| Give me victory and life with your juice of the moon
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| I drink your nectar filled with magic
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| 'cause I will change it into life
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| Your sex to me is the source of every will
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| Ride the Beast, sweet whore of Hell
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| And turn my pain into Heaven
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| Suck my blood and tear my soul
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| Let the night set ablaze our love! |