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Date of issue: 01.09.2016
Record label: Peaceville
Song language: English
The Spawn Of Love And War |
Poets racking absinthed brains |
Could never fully paint these nights |
No martyr parting from his pain |
Could utter words so erudite |
As those she now divulged to me |
In throes of passions grip |
Indulging latent fantasies |
That ran forked tongues along the lip |
Of fate’s pudenda |
The twisted snake’s agenda |
Now the world would bend |
To her deadly legacy |
Life’s graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight |
From the convent at All Hallows Fair |
Without contemplating, we fled through the night |
Too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care |
The Goddess had spoken |
And awoken desire |
It crackled in the air around us |
A psychic force shimmering like fire |
And on her breasts. |
that old necklace |
The one I snuck from the fucked Abbess |
Whose dirty little secret, other than me |
Now shone with bold intensity |
Vast the power it possessed |
The darkness Brought to living flesh |
This treasure was ancient, taken by force |
From an elite caste of priests in Delphi |
The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course |
Then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep |
That necklace traversed |
Vile murders and miles worse |
But what was a curse |
To this perverse demoness? |
Legend swore it was a gift of malice |
For the maiden Harmonia |
The illegitimate spawn of love arid war |
Jealousy made it gleam for her |
For with it clasped, her looking glass |
Was ever beautiful and young |
But disaster choked her royal caste |
And every throat on which it hung |
There madness, death and horror clung |
Immortalised in mortal guise |
She was a sight for blighted eyes |
A plague to gladly plagiarise |
And spread like red excited kisses |
She was more than me |
More than wards |
Could fulfil in the parlance of the angels |
She cast a spell on every cell |
In my nobody |
She gave me back my tongue |
That she might run it on herself |
She was Lilith. |
she was light |
I was but a parasite |
Beckoned to temptation |
In her velvet overtones |
Through frozen antics, dressed in white |
She led me into paradise |
Neath comets in ovation |
Like the Queen of winter, throned… |
Pleasures archetypal |
Then much rarer agonies |
I was a sworn disciple |
Of her whims and dark decrees |
In Europe’s hair |
Her spies were everywhere |
A sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair |
Her greater plan |
All chaos and the fall of man |
For as she fed dark appetites |
She bred her children there |
The spawn of love and war |
Presiding over Hellfire clubs |
Arch-masons and Agharta |
The spawn of love and war |
She rode the beast. |
her legs apart |
A blazing pyre starter |
Life’s playground elated, such dizzying sights |
And sensations ignited her grin |
As slaves celebrated her Satanic rites |
We climbed up to heaven in sin |
She came to me |
As she will come to You |
Intoxicating in her seduction |
Her siren sway. |
devastating voodoo |
Persistent, resistance is useless, fool |
To this Goddess, in lust she’s cruel |
Beyond any measure, her pleasures will found |
A perverted Eden on sacred ground |
Vast the power I caressed |
The darkness brought to vivid flesh |
And in it she now rules a cowered universe |