Chimere de-si, de-la

In the presence of love
Evil remains a mask
The face of illusion on all sides

Flaunting abandoned, lovers
Restless with the heat
Pondering moments, ground to fine ash
When naked flesh had ceased to writhe

Chimere de-ci, de-la

Hold my hand as we walk this path
Through the flowers to the musk of the bath
Close the door, let the crystals drop
We shall climb the pyramid of fear

Chimere de-ci, de-la