When over the bridges of the rotten Venice
And over the canals of this sunken town
The dead on their iron horses,
Hasten like a rattling storm.
They're searching for a hidden treasure,
Searching for Medusa's hair.
The grim and stained man
Went throught a sea of dust,
A void in the cathedral
Shivering in wild lust.
He searches for a murderer.
Beyond the Arabian moon,
Silver on velvet, black on white,
The ghosts of the dead like a mighty industry
In the depths…
These dreamless depths.
Coming from the cryptic crawling vaults,
The man saw the rain and felt the pain.
Salt on Indian Ink,
Tears of God drift him away.
Rose cross in heaven.
Creeping, the immortal horde…
Just one to defy,
Extinguish the flames.
Extinguish the flames…