Quasimodo

Salve regina
Salve regina
Supplica a mia madre
Supplica a mia madre

From my birth a changeling cursed
Know naught but treason and divorce
A displaced ward, a pulled mandrake
Damnation to all who hear my pain

With damaged roots, I'm hid from sight
Become a stranger to sunlight
Stone and stoic like gargoyles
is my soul which fate benights

Signified by the tower
All show of power is futile
Put my faith in human snakes
My sense of trust is infantile

By Judas kiss I was bewitched
Bound in bad faith in perfidy
Crooked clergy of my church
Scourge my back and torture me -

They embraced me like a pillory
Their charming words chicanery
Their philters all snake oil sold
Panacea a false remedy

Outside your grace just enmity
I hide within your walls
Holy mother don't forsake me
There's nowhere else that I belong

Lady of Dolours, my consoler
Seven swords in your heart
Only you will give me succor
While I molder in the dark

You can see past all the scars
My diseased deformity
Your statue weeps, your sacred tears
Wash away my agonies

Salve regina
Salve regina
Supplica a mia madre
Supplica a mia madre

Christened Theotokos
At the council of Ephesus
The feminine divine, a bridge
Twixt the Christians and the Pagans

The same city housed the temple
Of the goddess Artemis
Are you perhaps the church's answer
to the need for mother goddess
Not unlike you a virgin maiden
Worshipped as a mother goddess

Her other name Diana
Merged with Hecate and Selene
From huntress to Queen of Heaven
In her lunar trinity

Linked to Cybele, the Magna Mater
Mother of all things that exist
Multi-breasted like goddess Isis
With Mother Kali's ebony skin

Isis, mother of Egypt
Dian's horns atop her head
Yet between them rests the sun
Just like the halo around your head

Inanna, Anat, Astarte
Isis, Asherah
Just like you called Queen of Heaven
No doubt that lineage carries on

The very site of Notre Dame
Here once stood an Isis temple
The Goddess of a thousand names
Perhaps then yours is just one of them

But whatever I shall call you
Heaven's Queen, Mother of All
I shall serve the one that cares for me
My soul is yours, enthralled

Salve regina
Salve regina
Supplica a mia madre
Supplica a mia madre

Hail, holy Queen, Mother of Mercy
Hail our life, our sweetness and our hope
To thee do we cry
Poor banished children of Eve
To thee do we send up our sighs
Mourning and weeping in this valley of tears
Turn then, most gracious advocate
Thine eyes of mercy toward us
And after this our exile
Show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus
O clement, O loving
O sweet Virgin Mary
Pray for us, O holy Mother of God
that we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ