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