1. SANCTA SANCTORUM

(instrumental)


2. NINE SHADOWS BEHIND THE TEMPLE

Near the silence, weeping through the sand
Nine are the ways to follow to Zadok's will

Project your gaze to the mighty stars
Searching the light in the Virgo's majesty

Knowledge is the way, Qumran reveals it
Red Cross of blood Nterazan protects

We must go back to the Temple
For Sophia is mother of every human doom

There's no peace, no war
Nine shadows on the sand

The scent of her rise to me
From her sepulchral stone

Near the silence, weeping through the sand
Nine are the ways to follow the Zadok's will

Project your gaze to the mighty stars
Searching the light in the Virgo's majesty

There's no peace, no war
Nine shadows on the sand

The scent of her rise to me
From her sepulchral stone

What is fear?
What is dusk?
With me, or against me...


3. WAITING FOR A GOD'S SIGN

(instrumental)


4. ET IN ARCADIA EGO

Ismodeus, no one knows the arcane symbol
Graven in cold stone
Offer the sweet water to the ring
Three times he quenched his spirit

The child's innocence before my eyes
Where the golden griffin lays its wings
Sinful Woman
Casts her look from the Magdala Tower

Wrapped in a scarlet cloak I receive the gift
That I've been searching on your face for seven moons
And for seven sunrises lost in the mud
Because there's death in the reign of Christ

Five stars lost in deep blue
Where the shepherds rest their limbs
Go away, I hide the secrets of God
Give back the tomb to the Ring's fortress

Wisdom and conscience, implore for his forgiveness
In my name you shall win
In my name you shall have glory
In my name you shall have death

Wrapped in a scarlet cloak I receive the gift
That I've been searching on your face for seven moons
And for seven sunrises lost in the mud
Because there's death in the reign of Christ


5. THE KNIGHT'S DREAM

Neredom, restored kingdom, may it be our final shelter
May it watch seeds of wisdom grow, plunged in warm monk's blood
Away from the burning cross, the way took us over cold sea
No flame shined over the dungeon river

May glory bless you name, oh god, and ignore ours
May our master sit close to you
Baphomet, I summon you, Sophia, come to me
My fury will follow you

Before the Elm, Zion managed to break
IN the name of Ormus I raised the cross, as a mark of the truth
In Arcadia I found the sons of David
Seed of god, hunted and besieged

May glory bless you name, oh god, and ignore ours
May our master sit close to you
Baphomet, I summon you, Sophia, come to me
My fury will follow you

In awful secret is lost in world's memory
The wandering saw the elusive Death's figure, but he spokes no word
No flame, no street, no fury of God
Will ever scare human virtue


6. WHAT MAGIC IS, WHAT ARE THE PARTS THEREOF, AND HOW THE PROFESSORS THEREOF MUST BE QUALIFIED

The number and the nature of those things
Cal'd element,s what fire, earth, aire forth brings;
From whence the heavens their beginning had;
Whence tide, whence rainbow, in gay colours clad,
What makes the clouds that gathered are, and black,
To send forth lightnings, and a thundering crack;
What doth the nightly flames, and comets make;
What makes the earth to swell, and then to quake;
What is the seed of metals, and of gold what vertues,
Wealth, doth nature's coffer hold.

Now th' sun doth rule with twelve zodiack signs,
The orb thats measur'd round about with lines,
It doth the heavens starry way make known,
And strange eclipses of the sun, and moon,
Arcturus also, and the stars of rain,
The seaven stars likewise, and Charles his wain,
Why winter suns make tow'rds the west so fast;
What makes the nights so long ere they be past?


7. IN LODE DE L’ASINO

Oh sant'asinità, sant'ignoranza,
Santa stoltizia, e pia divozione,
Qual sola puoi far l'anime si buone,
Ch'uman ingegno e studio non l'avanza!
Non gionge faticosa vigilanza
D'arte, qualunque sia, o invenzione,
Né di sofossi contemplazione
Al ciel, dove t'edifichi la stanza.
Che vi val, curiosi, il studiare
Voler saper quel che fa la natura,
Se gli astri son pur terra, fuoco e mare?
La santa asinità di ciò non cura,
Ma con man gionte e 'n ginocchion vuol stare
Aspettando da Dio la sua ventura.
Nessuna cosa dura,
Eccetto il frutto dell'eterna requie,
La qual ne done Dio dopo l'esequie.


8. LIBELLUS VENERIS NIGRO SACER

Est Venus a Superis mihi datum nomen in Astris
Incola mox Stygius dum Tuba cantat adest
Subditus En Daemon Signi virtute gemiscit
Euge! animi mactus victor ab hoste redis.

Veneri nigrum te Sacro libellum
Veneris esto Tuba tibi nomen
incolis tremena que sitque bene notum
Omnibus Orci.
O Magne Princeps Anaël Olympi!
Te rogo supplex robora Volumentuo
Qui perenni semper honori
Fonte lavatur.
Veneris horis Daemon ut inscriptus
advolet velox hæc si Tuba cantat
Qua volo præstet, faciat invitus.
Placidus adsta!