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 Gods holy law And tonight I come for you...
Midnight strikes, the candles sputterMuttering their reeking spellsI snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutterThese words I speak are gates to Hell Casus belliIn hoc signo vincesVeritas vos liberabitCasus belliIn hoc signo vincesIn aeturnum, amenThe scent of death is rentIn this ornamental verseIt ventures down the centuriesTormenting me with secrets so anathemaAnd now the fires grateI must relate, to end this curseI'll break through spires to escape my fateAm I too late or just perverse?Midnight strikes, the candles sputterMuttering their reeking spellsI snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutterThese words I speak are gates to HellSo the blight beginsNear the woodland of a frightened villageWhere the rites of unimaginable sinAnd the howling on the windChills the blood for fear of spillageWhere nightfall used to beBlessed with best tranquilityIts now caressed by misadventureTemplars cursed from the crusadesHave birthed a church, more masqueradeIn which they worship mass dementiaThey came from dust and flameBy the Red Sea on dead shoresFleeing claims of blasphemyAnd bestialityDevils fed them back to usKnights of holy wars, inviting hordesOf grim infidelitiesIn the grip of cryptic landsAnd desert sandsThey found just causeAnd midst their entourageUnder the starsThey brought relics and partsOf saintsAnd evil left to clerics chargeWith Muslim plunder they built their sectTo the composite BaphometAn androgynous sphinx, open, erectUniversal in its closet displaySpawn of Lilith and SamaelFirst offender and the snakeIn thrall like pawns beneath its spellThe Templars grew to astute surrenderSabbatical, fanaticalThey adorned its monstrous bustWith a kings ransom of Eastern jewelsThe embodiment of beast and lustMany moons then proved the boonOf immutable and beautifulDarkness ever-aftersThen one eve when the ancient treesOutside, drew back, unnervedThe pleas from those impatient, teasedSomething from the black beyond of nowhereA stunning woman, summonedComing scimitar-curvedStatuesque, but living fleshDraping nakedness about their pagan saviourShe came Lilith, a perfect mythThe scarlet whoreSkinned in magnificenceIn her defenceShe only slew a few of themBorn of a sacrifice, a virgins priceFor the merging with a GoddessShe prowled the world againEnslaving menWith the surging of her bodiceMidnight strikes, the candles sputterMuttering their reeking spellsI snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutterThese words I speak are gates to HellCasus belliIn hoc signo vincesVeritas vos liberabitCasus BelliIn hoc signo vincesIn aeturnum, amen
One Foul Step From The Abyss
The Feast of Fools, 1308As January slipped into the grip of winterA leather leash tightened round the throat of fateAmidst the flock, disease and dementiaNight was blighted more than ever beforeWith screams of lust and obscene adventureAnd scenes of raw debauchThe darkness was aroused with every kissAnd all who fell under it's spellWere one foul step from the abyssOne foul step from the abyssScared villagers there in All Hallows FairFeared the Templars and their QueenFor Lilith compared to a royal nightmare
Mouthpiece of Venus/Deceiving Highs