(Words by Countess Axylides, tune by Zander)
Blue Madonna, sing your mystery for me,
Through this crystal mirror that I found.
Sing your songs of duty, suffering and love,
Tell me of your towers underground.
The picture that I see within her crystal
No other man but I shall ever see.
She sits within her tower with her music,
the melody she plays is just for me.
The spell she weaves grows ever stronger
With every painful touch the crystals share,
But I know I am safe while yet I journey,
For I am in the Lady's chosen care.
They say you brought me luck the day I found you,
They say my life is charmed and I am brave.
They do not hear the music that surrounds you,
Nor know that you do more than heal and save.
The spell you weave will never bind another:
My soul is sealed within your crystal frame.
And I will never hold so true a lover.
Though I may never learn your secret name.
Some men have called me mad and have defamed you,
And I have fought such men with awful rage.
Some men have mocked and called you evil,
But they have seen but shadows of your cage.
Some men have given honour to your wisdom,
Although they understand you less than I,
But one man saw your beauty through the mirror,
And he has told me that the glass must die.
And still you sit within your tower,
Though the silver glass has turned to stone,
And I know I shall never hear your singing,
And for your deed you shall atone.
But still your ancient spell has bound me,
And never can my soul break free.
For I have heard the song of Mauria,
And like its legend, you haunt me.
One day the gentle dark has promised
Another voyage I shall take,
And I shall not need the crystal
Nor the mirror of its make.
For I shall walk the world you sing of,
And I shall take your living hand,
And heart to heart shall sing forever
In your cold and wondrous land.