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Date of issue: 01.09.2016
Record label: Peaceville
Song language: English
The Cult Of Venus Aversa |
I am She |
Lilith |
Mistress of the dark |
Of Sheba |
First offender |
And succour to demons |
Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites |
Lead all those too enslaved by the flesh |
To trespass against God’s holy law |
And tonight I come for you |
Midnight strikes, the candles sputter |
Muttering their recking spells |
I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter |
These words i speak are gates to Hell |
Casus belli |
In hoc signo vinces |
Veritas vos liberabit |
Casus belli |
In hoc signo vinces |
In aeternum, amen |
The scent of death is rent |
In this ornamental verse |
In ventures down the centuries |
Tormenting me with secrets so anathema |
And now the fires grate |
I must relate, to end this curse |
I’ll break through spires to escape my fate |
Am I too late or just perverse? |
Midnight strikes, the candles sputter |
Muttering their recking spells |
I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter |
These words i speak are gates to Hell |
So the blight begins |
Near the woodland of a frightened village |
Where the rites of unimaginable sin |
And the howling on the wind |
Chills the blood for fear of spillage |
Where nightfall used to be |
Blessed with best tranquility |
Its no caressed by misadventure |
Templars from the crusades |
Have birthed a church, more masquerade |
In which they worship mass dementia |
They came from dust and flame |
By the Red Sea on dead shores |
fleeing claims of blasphemy |
And bestiality |
Devils fed them back to us |
Knights of holy wars, inviting hordes |
Of grim infidelities |
In the grip of cryptic lands |
And desert sands |
They found just cause |
and midst their entourage |
Under the stars |
They Bought relics and parts |
Of saints |
And evil left to clerics charge |
With Muslim plunder they built their sect |
To the composite Baphomet |
An androgynous sphinx, open, erect |
Universal in its closet display |
Spawn of Lilith and Samael |
First offender and the snake |
In thrall like pawns beneath its spell |
The templars grew to astute surrender |
Sabbatical, fanatical |
They Adorned its monstrous bust |
Whit a kings ransom of Easter jewels |
The embodiment of beast and lust |
Many moons the proved the boom |
Of immutable and beautiful |
Darkness ever-afters |
Then one eve when the ancient trees |
Outside, drew back, unnerved |
The pleas from those impatient teased |
Something from the black beyond of nowhere |
A stunning woman, summoned |
Comming scimitar-curved |
Statuesque, but living flesh |
Draping nakedness about their pagan saviours |
She came Lilith, a perfect myth |
The scarlet whore |
Skinned in magnificence |
In her defense |
She only slew a few of them |
Born of a sacrifice, a virgins price |
For the merging with a Goddess |
She prowled the world again |
Enslaving men |
With the surging of her bodice |
Midnight strikes, the candles sputter |
Muttering their recking spells |
I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter |
These words i speak are gates to Hell |
Casus belli |
In hoc signo vinces |
Veritas vos liberabit |
Casus belli |
In hoc signo vinces |
In aeternum, amen |