Overcome by your
Moving temple
Overcome by this
Holiest of altars

So pure
So rare
To witness such an earthly goddess
That I´ve lost my self control
Beyond compelled to throw this dollar down before your
Holiest of altars

I´d sell
My soul
My self-esteem a dollar at a time

One chance
One kiss
One taste of you my magdalena

I bear witness
To this place, this prayer, so long forgotten
So pure
So rare
To witness such an earthly goddess

That I´d sell
My soul
My self-esteem a dollar at a time
For one chance
One kiss
One taste of you my black madonna

I´d sell
My soul
My self-esteem a dollar at a time

One taste
One taste
One taste of you my Magdalena