There are twelve commandments

There are twelve divisions

Twelve are the pagans who have mapped the sky

In the outer circle

To the inner sanctum

From the octave at the end of time

The fountain, the trinity

The pilgrim is searching for blood

To look for his own free will

The stone of infinity, washed in the flood

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided

And the hanged man smiles

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided

Let the fool decide

In the atom circle

Where we break the stars

Hammer into anvil, stuffing out the sun

Witness all the killing

See the birth of Mars

Our religion thrown into the fire

The fountain, the trinity

The pilgrim is searching for blood

To look for his own free will

The stone of infinity, washed in the flood

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided

The hanged man smiles

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided

The magician laughs

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided

And the priestess kneels

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided

Let the fool decide

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided

And the hanged man smiles

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided

Let the fool decide

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided

The priestess kneels to receive

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided

The magician laughs