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