| 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 |