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                              album: "Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa" (2010)
                              
1. The Cult Of Venus Aversa
                              2. One Foul Step From The Abyss
                              3. The Nun With The Astrail Habit
                              4. Retreat Of The Sacred Heart
                              5. The Persecution Song
                              6. Deceiving Eyes
                              7. Lilith Immaculate
                              8. The Spawn Of Love And War
                              9. Harlot On A Pedestal
                              10. Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned)
                              11. Beyond Eleventh Hour
                              12. Beast Of Extermination
                              13. Truth And Agony
                              14. Adest Rosa Secreta Eros
                              15. Mistress From The Sucking Pit
                              16. Behind The Jagged Mountains
                              17. The Cult Of Venus Aversa (Demo)
                              18. The Nun With The Astral Habit (Demo)
                              19. Deceiving Eyes (Demo)
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Cradle Of Filth - Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa
                              
                              
                              1. 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
                              
                              
                              2. One Foul Step From The Abyss
                              
                              
                              The Feast of Fools, 1308
                              As January slipped into the grip of winter
                              A leather leash tightened round the throat of fate
                              
                              Amidst the flock, disease and dementia
                              Night was blighted more than ever before
                              With screams of lust and obscene adventure
                              And scenes of raw debauch
                              
                              The darkness was aroused with every kiss
                              And all who fell under it's spell
                              Were one foul step from the abyss
                              
                              One foul step from the abyss
                              
                              Sacred village there in All Hallows Fair
                              Feared the templars and their Queen
                              For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare
                              When she steered their tempestuous
                              
                              Fever-dreams
                              
                              The beast was loose and beauty party
                              To the horrors of this sonorous whore
                              A seducer, Medusa
                              A frozen Hecate cloned
                              
                              Stealing seed, here needs were like a cancer
                              Growing stronger with each whimpering dog
                              knelt before her, thirteen necromancers
                              Called from desert sands to this land of opportunity
                              
                              The darkness was aroused with every kiss
                              And all who fell under its spell
                              Were one foul step from the abyss
                              
                              One foul step from the abyss
                              
                              love was drugged by a copious vendor
                              A train of servants for here decadent games
                              Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour
                              Vain Lilith spread her wings again
                              
                              Stars, they gasped and comets in ovation
                              Lit the towers, their very presence declared
                              They watch with lust, despair and veneration
                              For the Goddess scatted naked there
                              
                              The painted eye of the storm
                              
                              Plagues of sin, played to win
                              All hearts and souls in thrall
                              to her embraced, her fatal whims
                              Desire meant to conquer all
                              
                              Until that fateful day, 1308
                              With a force blessed by the Kings of Hate
                              Facing winter gray to disintegrate
                              Once noble halls
                              
                              The villagers in a belligerent horde
                              Fraught daughters fanning flames
                              Rose like pillars for their militant Lord
                              Thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins
                              
                              They assailed the fort beyond the woods
                              as the howling broke on the stroke of midnight
                              Many lost their sanity at what they fought
                              
                              Amidst those walls, creed of dementia
                              Annihilated by sheer weight of the surge
                              Put to the sword, freed from their calenture
                              The great estate was given straight to the church
                              
                              Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead
                              But that she drank the blood of many men
                              That dark night it was said
                              
                              
                              3. The Nun With The Astrail Habit
                              
                              
                              The world was her cloister, the abbess Duboir
                              In the convent at All Hallows fair
                              A pearl in an oyster she shone like a star
                              Augmenting her sisterhoods prayers
                              Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts
                              her choirs inspired the search
                              For the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts
                              And the best of the Catholic Church
                              
                              But if one thing
                              One precious little thing
                              Would darken this facade
                              There would be such consequences
                              
                              Like the night Sister Victoria
                              Stepped in from the freezing cold
                              No candles would light at Evening Mass
                              
                              The days passed by without a sigh
                              But dusk came thick with dread
                              Intangible, the air was full
                              
                              Of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed
                              
                              In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims
                              Enjoyed the new girl's pain
                              Proof to the rest tat the briars of sin
                              Entangled all the world in Satan's name
                              
                              Victoria Varco, once heiress
                              To a proud noble estate
                              Fell pregnant by her recklessness
                              Who then fell foul to a violent fate
                              Such was here cime in expedient times
                              And the shame of besmirching her name
                              Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls
                              For a life in obedient chains
                              
                              But not one thing
                              One precious little thing
                              Would darken this facade
                              
                              Like the night Sister Victoria
                              Woke screaming in her room
                              She spent a week spiralling from heaven
                              
                              And as the seasons wheezed and pained
                              Her dream grew more perverse
                              For no good reasons she would to find
                              An alluring woman naked save for jewels and verse
                              
                              When here eyelids close, on a moonlit shore
                              This intoxicating beauty would appear
                              The sweetest symphony composed
                              Those abating lips rose
                              Tho whisper dirty secrets in her ear
                              
                              Clandestine secrets
                              
                              A dream within a dream
                              She finds hereself this nymph
                              Abreast a desert dune
                              And below the crescent moon
                              Atop a darksome stranger
                              
                              Ah, the spurting of his seed inside here
                              Triggers paradise
                              She rides the beast until the heavens trembled
                              
                              Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood
                              That drips upon the sand
                              And almost out of hand
                              Coarse plots assemble
                              
                              For somewhere in the convent walls
                              A templar treasure rests
                              Forgotten to the vestibules
                              Like pleasures of the flesh
                              
                              So, in return for nightly runs
                              Past tongues and wisdom's hiss
                              She promised to assist the hunt
                              for an ancient golden chain amiss
                              
                              
                              4. Retreat Of The Sacred Heart
                              
                              
                              She slept in ecstasy
                              In hands that fanned her wildest fantasies
                              Freed from Christ's frigid regime
                              And rigid nails...
                              
                              She was first in church
                              To lick her lips and self-debased
                              Each waking second felt like heaven
                              In the scarlet One's embrace
                              
                              And at last, clear memories, aghast
                              Relinquished their control
                              All things held dear to the wretched past
                              Coalesced within her soul
                              
                              Madness crept into her sight
                              Though her sinful hair
                              Spoke of nothing to the contrary
                              Once dulled eyes leaped alive with life
                              Her piece of broken mirror
                              Barely recognised
                              
                              The worm was turning
                              
                              For her sat grinning Victoria
                              Who, no three weeks ago
                              Was flogged red to euphoria
                              For her dour love of God
                              And the ardour of his crows
                              
                              Cold cloisters kept the dead apart
                              At the Retreat of the Sacred Heart
                              
                              She stepped in ecstasy
                              Neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies
                              Freed into love's reacquainted dream
                              And sudden gales...
                              
                              Night grew sultry late September
                              A man came from the village
                              Through the woods
                              To help with harvest
                              She was burning like the fields
                              All her vows lay unfulfilled
                              His name was Isaac, silent, blessed
                              A mute whose tongue impressed her lately
                              
                              But now red skies darken
                              The roonks lament
                              Windswept maelstroms harken
                              The approach of Lilith's
                              Nightmare kingdom
                              
                              The woman in her astral dreams
                              Became more vivid, livid, obscene
                              Scatted on the throne of oayx blasphemies
                              Emanating raw desire
                              And the surging urge to scream
                              
                              Darkness crept into her face
                              She stood erect
                              And spook of riches and their whereabouts
                              Finding in Isaac the need to place
                              A hidden Templer necklace
                              Lest the month run out
                              
                              For now stormed the vainglorious
                              In her palace of mass delight
                              Her power dawned victorious
                              Victoria the key, her mind unfastened
                              By flights of morbid fancy
                              Psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong
                              Sweet seductions, peaked cruptions
                              Spiking through impatient song
                              
                              Cold cloister kept the dead apart
                              At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart
                              
                              The gate to hell was forced apart
                              At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart
                              
                              
                              5. The Persecution Song
                              
                              
                              At the very start
                              There were whispers in the dark
                              And for all the world to see
                              There was witchcraft at its heart
                              And on the autumn air
                              The scent of bonfires everywhere
                              And a fell wind stirred the leaves...
                              
                              The persecution song
                              
                              Telltale signs of possession
                              Little Miss Demeanour in the demons bed
                              Gasps she just could not suppress
                              After lights-out midst the dead
                              And a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness
                              
                              Time was running faster for disaster
                              Strange nights were burning
                              In the furnace of her dreams
                              A name was uttered, Lilith
                              Mistress, playmate, master
                              Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy
                              
                              And in the thick of all
                              In the Black Goddess's thrall
                              With the wood unseen for trees
                              Victoria stood tall
                              Promiscuous in step
                              The Devil breathing down her neck
                              As jealous zealots stitched apiece...
                              
                              The persecution song
                              
                              Telltale signs of possession
                              Fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared
                              To her Sisters of the cloth
                              She now reeked of Astaroth
                              Again the curse had surfaced
                              Sneaking back the pagan years
                              
                              Weaving webs of great revealing
                              Hidden in the convent
                              An evil libido abided, undone
                              Breathing, deceiving
                              Feasting on her deviant feelings
                              She'd clung to her crucifix
                              Once her torturers begun
                              
                              Her screams came quick
                              The miserichord
                              Den to vice and screw
                              That had reddened many tongues
                              Wrung symphonies
                              Of suffering from her
                              
                              Many moons hardened pure hearts
                              Those plagued by her black arts
                              Their rooms secreting phantom orgies
                              Vile rites and rifled graves
                              
                              Mere hours, now towered
                              Above this bent and beaten flower
                              Her naked body privy to
                              The Abbess and her ways
                              
                              Victoria fought
                              No guilt was wrought
                              Just a torrid retort of blasphemies
                              Nails and crosses vomited forth
                              From this pretty little whore now arched like Hell
                              
                              Arched like Hell
                              
                              At the very start
                              There were whispers in the dark
                              And for all the world to see
                              There was witchcraft at its heart
                              But then the end grew nigh
                              A dirge inferno filled the sky
                              In its customary key...
                              
                              The persecution song
                              
                              Telltale signs of obsession
                              No wailing banshee would dishonour their name
                              Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak
                              Storm-clouds threatened holy smoke
                              They hanged her there like Judas
                              With the Hellcat in her reined
                              
                              Time was running faster for disaster
                              Exorcism, torture, gallows
                              Now a shallow grave
                              A name was stuttered, Isaac
                              Tongue-tied, simple, bastard
                              They made him dig the pit
                              Mindless of what it claimed
                              
                              
                              6. Deceiving Eyes
                              
                              
                              On the night all mirrors fell silent
                              And the clocks struck accord with the rain
                              A storm swept in with such violence
                              The dead rose to complain
                              The stars were ill-crossed as the weather
                              Lost in its bitumen cloak
                              The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour
                              Falling like tears through the thickening smoke
                              
                              Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder
                              A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder
                              
                              Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder
                              
                              She stirs from dreams barely three feet under
                              
                              "Victoria, I come to claim my prize
                              Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething skies
                              For though you greased the palm of Satan
                              With those moonlit silver thighs
                              I knew the beast took second place
                              When I looked into your eyes
                              
                              Your deceiving eyes
                              Filled with lies
                              And missed good byes
                              And serpents hissing revelations
                              
                              Your deceiving eyes
                              They tell enough
                              Of how I fell in love
                              With the goddess creeping deep inside you"
                              
                              And with the tumult up above him roaring
                              Isaac sought her shallow grave
                              As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring rain
                              He struck the hallowed earth again
                              
                              Having torn at the soil like a man insane
                              Не threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos
                              And from that pit of shame
                              He bore the coffin from her sorry lot
                              Neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot
                              Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked
                              To splinter her sarcophagus
                              And gaze upon her face
                              
                              Victoria...
                              
                              "Victoria, I come to claim my prize
                              Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething skies
                              For though you greased the palm of Satan
                              With those moonlit silver thighs
                              Making mockery of rosaries
                              His needs will never rival mine
                              
                              I recall a summer's day
                              The sunlight bathed your penitential scars
                              As I sat and washed the blood away
                              
                              Now your body stays
                              And the coldness of your lips
                              Eclipse
                              Like the first true kiss of winter"
                              
                              Pining for the dead
                              On the stone floor spread
                              She was shining through her winding shroud
                              A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had
                              A gift for the pretty young nun
                              A necklace wrought of twining snakes
                              Two gold illicit tongues
                              He laid it at her throat
                              Where the rope had wrung
                              He was burning from the furnace
                              Of his roused desire
                              
                              He wrested with temptation
                              To be or unfulfilled
                              She was undressed for ovation
                              Her sumptuous form, the storm revealed
                              
                              And with his driven lust exploding
                              Her lashes brushed his cheeks
                              They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding
                              Purring, licking wicked teeth
                              
                              "Victoria, I come to claim my prize
                              Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething skies
                              For though you greased the palm of Satan
                              With those moonlit silver thighs
                              You have left him just for me
                              I see it in deceiving eyes
                              
                              Those deceiving eyes
                              Filled with lies
                              And missed good byes
                              And serpents hissing revelations
                              
                              Those deceiving eyes
                              They tell enough
                              Of how I fell in love
                              With the goddess re-arisen in you"
                              
                              
                              7. Lilith Immaculate
                              
                              
                              Church bells resounded like judgement day
                              As they were making love
                              In the rainswept graveyard
                              She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame
                              A monsoon Tigress set upon prey
                              
                              Fall for the love of me
                              Crawl for the love of me
                              Drool for the love of my virulent sway
                              I grow more master the faster the days
                              
                              Lilith Immaculate
                              
                              This delectable reaper
                              Her eyes were profound
                              Drawing him in deeper
                              Until he was drowned
                              Hurled on the shore
                              Of the world underground...
                              
                              Lilith Immaculate
                              
                              Mortal kind, a morbid wine
                              For this dark moon goddess
                              And freed to stretch her claws
                              This beautiful whore
                              Would be brutally honest
                              
                              Tortuous one, taboos undone
                              A glittering star on a sea of myriad waves
                              And a thickening mist, a seductress
                              Leading lovesick hearts astray
                              
                              Lilith
                              
                              In the throes of orgasm, she bucked and he broke
                              At the height of the storm, the chaos they'd smote
                              Burning behind her in arabesque smoke
                              Framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat
                              
                              Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes
                              Possessed a regal bearing
                              Of omnipotent power
                              From wet lips to her smouldering thighs
                              Her beauty perfected and her will agonised
                              
                              Fall for the love of me
                              Crawl for the love of me
                              Drool for the love of my virulent sway
                              I grow more the master the faster the days
                              
                              Lilith Immaculate
                              
                              With dread single purpose
                              Her mind told him stay
                              She strode through the fire
                              Desire aflame
                              She murdered the nuns
                              In such horrible ways...
                              
                              Lilith Immaculate
                              
                              "That night we lay entwined on hay
                              Inside a soldier's barn
                              Her panting breath an opiate
                              As in her bolder grasp
                              I caught the scent of desert sands
                              The Holy lands, the fall of reason
                              But only when I smelt the blood
                              Did I fear her colder hand"
                              
                              "I am darkness, I am sin
                              The Queen of lust invited in
                              Reborn at last to cast my
                              Fecund shadow on this world,
                              You shall worship me, enslaved
                              For many lovers shall I crave
                              And in return, I'll gladly pave
                              Your psycho path with pearls
                              
                              For I have been grating
                              And waiting so long to find
                              The most perfect hostess close to me
                              Whose thin-ice troubled mind
                              Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror
                              To slip right through in time
                              When at last I wore Harmonia's necklace
                              The cursed twin serpents mine"
                              
                              Tortuous one, debauchery won
                              The attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars
                              For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss
                              The advance of her throne from afar
                              
                              This English rose with traits of those
                              Who graced the harems of the East
                              Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns
                              And scarlet hems to wasted priests
                              
                              Fall for the love of me
                              Crawl for the love of me
                              Drool for the love of my virulent sway
                              I grow more master the faster the days
                              
                              Lilith Immaculate
                              
                              This delectable reaper
                              Her eyes were profound
                              They drew him in deeper
                              Until he was drowned
                              Hurled on the shore
                              Of the world underground...
                              
                              Lilith Immaculate
                              
                              Fall for the love of me
                              Crawl for the love of me
                              Drool for the love of my virulent sway
                              I grow more master the faster the days
                              
                              Lilith Immaculate
                              
                              The flutes and sweet wine
                              Of her voice anodyne
                              Her power was growing
                              Every hour malign
                              The truth, Lilith's kingdom
                              Drew closer with time
                              
                              
                              8. 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 woken 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 all 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
                              
                              
                              9. Harlot On A Pedestal
                              
                              
                              Where does the madness end?
                              How far down do the rungs expire
                              In smoke and burning heat?
                              In depravity and sin?
                              
                              In her shocking retinue
                              I saw the worst
                              Desire run amok amongst you
                              And in her boudoir too
                              The endless nights embedded
                              In her beautiful cocoon
                              Turning black and blue and jaded
                              
                              Kneelin at her feet
                              My heart atrophied at her ravishing form
                              The ultimate test
                              Her cult obsessed
                              With this body of the Goddess reborn
                              
                              When she first laid me to rest
                              I saw such sights of wickedness
                              From this harlot on a pedestal
                              This scarlet Woman scorned
                              
                              I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame
                              The tribes of the moon. their lustre improved
                              A morbid aversion to the limpid domain
                              Of Eden and Adam her dark temper moved
                              
                              I witnessed reverie then
                              Perverse resurgence, souls on fire
                              Blood and seed spilt for centuries
                              For this imperious bitch
                              
                              In her shocking retinue
                              I saw the worst
                              Desire run amok amongst you
                              A gnawer of taboo
                              Dread appetites were threaded
                              Right throughout the mortal zoo
                              Her immortality now hungered
                              
                              I remember, in Thebes
                              Enthroned with cat-skinned girls
                              Her long dark hair braided with pearls
                              
                              A red gown split revealed her thighs
                              As full lips rose to feline eyes
                              Egyptian black outlined each lid
                              It's clear who owned the pyramid
                              
                              Temptress Lilith
                              Her beauty stirred me more than words
                              Could ever paint, her bible hurt
                              
                              Tempered Lilith
                              Hissing in the dark
                              Pissing on my heart
                              I was missing every part of Victoria
                              
                              Victoria
                              
                              I found them hypnotic, the years of display
                              Of court life and parties, political bite
                              Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees
                              Left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night
                              
                              The scheme of the night
                              
                              But I grew uneasy, she wanted the earth
                              For now she was spinning her sins
                              Breeding fell children and hiding her worth
                              Before the new orders disorder begins
                              
                              Feeding from the weak
                              Savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust
                              Evening-dressed
                              This young Countess
                              Led lovers astray under cover of dusk
                              
                              When she took them to her breast
                              They passed last rites, deliciousness
                              Swept into their every pore
                              This matriarch of darkness bored
                              
                              Harlot on a pedestal
                              The night orchestral
                              Harlot on a pedestal
                              Never vestal...
                              
                              
                              10. Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned)
                              
                              
                              Forgive me Father, I have sinned
                              Darkness put her painted claws in me again
                              Her vision drowns like service wine
                              Whispered kisses so divine
                              I was blessed but now I've come undone
                              
                              Storm clouds roll out overhead
                              Above their master
                              End of all flesh, end of all days
                              Love predicts disaster
                              In her precious ways
                              
                              I was burned, a sacerdotal soul
                              By the Demon Queen of my dreams
                              Infatuation turned to total control
                              Her rose was sweet
                              But her thorns were barbarous
                              
                              "Love me
                              And worship me
                              I'll lavish you and ravish you
                              Fulfil all wishes and fetishes too
                              
                              Many never want to see
                              Many never want to know
                              The truth behind their fantasies
                              Their deepest needs
                              Let alone be shown them"
                              
                              Forgive me Father, I have sinned
                              Darkness put her painted claws in me again
                              Her vision drowns like service wine
                              Whispered kisses so divine
                              I was blessed but now I've come undone
                              
                              Nothing left to do but run
                              
                              Sodom rolls out modern death
                              On casters ever faster
                              End of all Flesh, End of all Days
                              The stars predict disaster
                              In her bastard ways
                              
                              "Love me
                              And worship me
                              I'll nurture you and hurt you too
                              Fulfil all wishes for my sad Aladdin"
                              
                              She comes to me
                              Like a sandstorm in an hourglass
                              A whirlwind of desire
                              I am hypnotised
                              To think beyond the pale
                              Beyond heart-stopping eyes
                              And sopping thighs
                              I'm won't to fail
                              
                              A wicked spell cast over me
                              Addicted to her utterly
                              Despite the horrors that gestate
                              Beneath the beautiful
                              
                              "I'll grant you life beyond your ken
                              The envy of all other men
                              Whatever vice will make you spend
                              Eternity with me"
                              
                              Satan's concubine
                              She makes her crime scenes shine from heaven
                              
                              Forgive me Father, I have sinned
                              Darkness put her painted claws in me again
                              Her vision drowns like service wine
                              Whispered kisses so divine
                              I was blessed but now I've come undone
                              
                              
                              11. Beyond Eleventh Hour
                              
                              
                              "All mirrors lead to my palace
                              My exotic pleasure temple
                              Wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable
                              Pure and obscene
                              For where pumps the true heart of life
                              There too seeps corruption
                              And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black
                              henbane, sphinxes,
                              opium and roses weaned on tears and blood
                              Will rise up like lust
                              And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend
                              Himself across the face of the world...
                              
                              ...And Hell will come with Him"
                              
                              Part of the garden, her dark Eden
                              Fed blood by poisoned fronds
                              My heart hardened in her wet season
                              Treading mud in her slough of despond
                              But only now
                              A path lies straight before me
                              The maze is ploughed half through with hate
                              Andpher crop is dripping red
                              
                              Beyond eleventh hour
                              
                              Her beauty and brute power
                              Grows stronger by the day
                              And with each rose that she deflowers
                              The longer her throes of madness stay
                              
                              In her grip on shredded sheets
                              Once our fingertips had dug and clutched
                              She whispered dreadful things to me
                              
                              She wanted war with God
                              The underdog baring sharpened teeth
                              With her armies raised from suffering
                              To ascend on jet black wings
                              
                              She'd break off holy limbs
                              On the racks of her witch hunt
                              And crush the church beneath her heel
                              The Pope in homage to her cunt
                              
                              A dark horse forcing nightmares
                              To wring submissives dry
                              A vampire madam batterfang
                              With vicious streaks a mile wide
                              
                              Beyond eleventh hour
                              
                              Her kiss has turned dismissive
                              Her glance holds slight contempt
                              Instead those eyes burn on the prize
                              Of fates she really likes to tempt
                              
                              In her grip on shredded sheets
                              Gasping from conquered peaks of passion
                              She whispered dreadful things to me
                              
                              She wanted war with God
                              The underdog baring sharpened teeth
                              With her armies raised from suffering
                              To ascend on jet black wings
                              
                              She'd tear down mighty spires
                              Then rear them up anew
                              Orders forged to her desires
                              The eleventh hour nearly through
                              
                              Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists
                              That cause all souls to stray
                              How to resist those seductive gifts
                              On the shore of her unholy ways?
                              
                              She calls my name so softly
                              From deep banks of scented fog
                              I almost lose myself before it starts
                              But my spirit keeps its silence
                              As I drift across the lake
                              A glimpse of harem secrets
                              Now her velvet curtain parts
                              
                              She is glaring like the moon
                              
                              The wind dies down. eavesdropping
                              As I bow before her throne
                              And she descends to greet me
                              Like the royal bitch to which shes grown
                              
                              "Come closer, what have you to say?
                              Black cat got your tongue?
                              
                              "I am not your slave
                              Nor are you my saviour"
                              
                              "But Isaac, I'm the only one..."
                              
                              I hold those cold deceiving eyes
                              Her once hypnotic gaze
                              And pledge eternal love. then walk away
                              Thunder seethes behind me
                              Death adjusts her favourite mask
                              Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness
                              
                              Clasped in the garden, here you heard
                              This story blustered through
                              I asked her pardon, swore my word
                              I'd score her sweetmeats just like you
                              
                              For only now
                              The truth lies prone before me
                              I couldn't leave her even if she stormed
                              The heavens as were promised
                              
                              Beyond eleventh hour
                              
                              Lilith, the abyss. the slithering mists
                              Will come for you this eve
                              Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst
                              Before those fatal kisses bleed
                              
                              Beyond eleventh hour
                              
                              She will make of you a plaything
                              Scant amusement for her bed
                              And when naked flesh forgets to sing
                              She'll take your fucking soul instead
                              
                              Midnight strikes, the candles sputter
                              Muttering their reeking spells
                              I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter
                              These words I speak are gates to Hell
                              
                              
                              12. Beast Of Extermination
                              
                              
                              [Special Fan Edition track]
                              
                              "Kill a man and you are a murderer.
                              Kill millions of men and you are a conqueror.
                              Kill everyone and you are a God."
                              [Jean Rostard (1955)]
                              
                              Born of the best of enemies
                              Beyond the pearly constellations
                              Wherein heaven has no embassy
                              And hope no surly grip on reason
                              
                              Yahweh: frankincense
                              Satan; gold and murder
                              
                              He is sly, bejewelled with sylph
                              Slick limbs spread wide to guide you through the filth
                              And rust
                              Crawl to him fuelled by lust
                              
                              He's the horned one in the pentagram
                              A waste of chaos by the gram
                              Dark eyes for trouble, double damned
                              Despair
                              The storm upon lake Lacrymose
                              Restless. never comatose
                              The thorn upon the single rose
                              We share...
                              
                              Germination
                              
                              His a renegade a Capella now obeyed
                              A shitstorm without warning
                              The pleasuit King In Yellow on parade
                              Son of the thunderous morning
                              
                              Yahweh: frankincense
                              Satan: gold and murder
                              
                              He is high. inured with vice
                              The tower-cree er on our edelweiss
                              Career
                              A foreign power cut of utter fear
                              
                              Taught curiosity, he s atrocity. banned
                              The taste of chaos by the dram
                              A tortured course like slaughtered lamb
                              Best rare
                              The curse that haunts this thirsting tomb
                              Disturbed, becomes the worst of doom
                              Rehearsing all his worth for soon
                              He's there...
                              
                              Extermination
                              
                              He is hatred. greed and war
                              He is everything we ought abhor
                              Were it not for the fateful truth
                              Be sure
                              We suffer him all the more
                              
                              And lo! his tyrant's eye
                              Is fixed upon our rich and vibrant sky
                              Now hear the wind
                              Herald desolation
                              
                              As on that eve when angels clad
                              In nothing but their whispered virtues
                              Slipped into the valley
                              Of the dirty serpentine
                              
                              Hes the horned one in the pentagram
                              A waste of chaos by the gram
                              Dark eyes for trouble, double damned
                              Despair
                              The storm upon lake Lacrymose
                              Restless, never comatose
                              The thorn u on the single rose
                              we share...
                              
                              Desperation
                              
                              Disdainful. he self-deprecates
                              The mirror's jagged stare
                              And it's painful how we subjugate
                              The grinning face reflected in there
                              
                              Yahweh: frankincense
                              Satan; gold and murder
                              
                              
                              13. Truth And Agony
                              
                              
                              [Special Fan Edition track]
                              
                              Mother's milk has soured
                              My life's a bolted door
                              And from it runs a trail of vagrant gore
                              My wounds are open flowers
                              Fragrant gifts for my encore
                              Bouquets of praise for bleeding, towered
                              On the sacrificial floor
                              
                              I summoned and you came
                              To the peel of twisted bells
                              To the gelid whisper of my name
                              
                              I blanched, erotic danger
                              Had me whirling like a star
                              To the dark advance of strangers
                              
                              And then I heard you laugh
                              A throat of broken glass
                              Leather stitched to weeping skin
                              A coat of death and suppuration
                              
                              Be my truth and agony
                              
                              An architect for my total destruction
                              My erector, my dissector
                              My flesh will be wet for your best seduction
                              
                              Be my truth and agony
                              inventive and deranged
                              Loves proof is in, its plain to see
                              The fluids we've exchanged
                              
                              Part of these soul killers
                              The Gestapohood of scars
                              Carved an ornate invitation on my heart
                              The scent of French vanilla
                              With the stench of abattoirs
                              Past tense of present laythings
                              On those stained red lips ajar
                              
                              I summoned and you came
                              From the churning guts of Hell
                              With your Christmas hiss of chains
                              
                              Down the endless centuries
                              Your torture bed of lust
                              A shrine for us to redesign
                              And sign in blood and rust
                              
                              Be my truth and agony
                              An architect for my total destruction
                              My erector, my dissector
                              My flesh caressed by your best corruption
                              
                              Be my truth and agony
                              inventive and deranged
                              Loves roof is in, its meant to be
                              My cells are rearranged
                              
                              I suffered and you came
                              To the splintering of bones
                              Winning pinnacles for my pain
                              
                              Raped and racked and mutilated
                              I Raised from dregs again
                              Autopsy-turvy, back elated
                              In brazen arms that sacked my veins
                              
                              Skinnatra, take me to the stars
                              Thrust me through to paradise
                              Endorphins breaking fast
                              
                              Creature from the black abyss
                              Teacher. sadomasochist
                              Your tortured soul has led me
                              To this altered state of bliss
                              
                              
                              14. Adest Rosa Secreta Eros
                              
                              
                              [Special Fan Edition track]
                              
                              
                              15. Mistress From The Sucking Pit
                              
                              
                              [Special Fan Edition track]
                              
                              Oh dear God
                              It is midnight in the labyrinth
                              
                              The night is set to taint the painted halls
                              Moonlight is our cue
                              The candelabra flicker at your passing gall
                              I swear they're dancing just for you
                              The dead leaves rustle on the manor lawns
                              As a light breeze whispers through
                              The call of wolves. the owls lament
                              Our screams shall soon soar skyward too
                              
                              Mistress from the sucking pit
                              
                              All the world crawls lovesick at her feet
                              The stars are passing observations
                              Her voice is music, her legs go on
                              Shes got full orchestration
                              And been known to use it
                              But trepidation is a far slicker song
                              
                              Amongst dull suitors
                              She is bright and razor sharp
                              A tree of woe uprooter
                              A viper still at heart
                              
                              Shes alkaline and far acidic
                              As sweet as clementines
                              This mistress from the sucking pit
                              
                              All the world crawls lovesick at her feet
                              The stars are passing observations
                              Her voice is music, her legs go on
                              Shes got full orchestration
                              And been known to use it
                              But trepidation is a far slicker song
                              
                              Mistress from the sucking pit
                              
                              Embossed by her postulant gaze
                              Like Medusa on a plinth
                              I am lost in her embrace
                              Oh dear God
                              It is midnight in the labyrinth
                              
                              A peacock fan of sinful eyes
                              Swim wide across the room
                              This night, espied, your thin disguise
                              Does wonders for the sundered gloom
                              For all lit up the shades retreat
                              To dark Italian pews
                              And corners where great vases stand
                              Abrim with thoughts of naked dais with you
                              
                              Mistress from the sucking pit
                              
                              All the world crawls lovesick at her feet
                              The stars are passing observations
                              Her needs are dire, her rites are wrong
                              She burns with exultation
                              Like a fiery vampire
                              For desperation is a far slicker song
                              
                              Amongst dull suitors
                              She's bright and razor sharp
                              A tree of woe uprooter
                              A viper still at heart
                              
                              She's alkaline and far acidic
                              Fluidic, serpentine
                              This mistress from the sucking pit
                              
                              The waiters pass in gilded frames
                              With glasses sparkling too
                              The ball tonight rows magical
                              Like the finest Venice threw
                              And at it's heart a mythic queen
                              Her skin of purest hue
                              Whose beauty is unquestionable
                              But whose duties are askew
                              For beneath the airs and divine graces
                              A slim tornado whirls
                              On the precipice of her poisonous kiss
                              The devil dwells deep inside this girl
                              
                              Embossed by her postulant gaze
                              Like Medusa on a plinth
                              I am lost in her embrace
                              Oh dear God
                              It is midnight in the labyrinth
                              
                              Mistress from the sucking pit
                              
                              The wine has sat and breathed it's last
                              In blood red ruby where
                              I find you by the roaring hearth
                              A blaze of golden hair
                              Cascading down an angel's face
                              To pool about the breasts
                              That man minds have wondered on
                              but only I caress
                              And then I'm yours. the velvet crown
                              Of Venus in my hands
                              Fists rip hard the eiderdown
                              Desire firebrands
                              Every mountain, every route
                              My wanton tongue must take
                              To taste that once forbidden fruit
                              Before your bloodlust starts to...
                              
                              
                              16. Behind The Jagged Mountains
                              
                              
                              [Special Fan Edition track]
                              
                              I have come from the freezing seas
                              From the warmth of foreign coals
                              Through the dismal fog of insecurities
                              To a cloud-enshrouded noble goal
                              
                              The world has cast me from its laughter
                              Thrown to the wolves, to the dread thereafter
                              
                              So now I forge a journey fraught
                              Through these bitter wastes of snow
                              Over ice and gorge to an Eden sought
                              Far from the human races afterglow
                              
                              This sightless climb is treacherous to weather
                              As the cold bites deep, old heartstrings sever
                              
                              Behind the jagged mountains
                              Beyond the frozen North
                              At the back of Boreas. The zealous wind
                              There crest celestial fountains
                              Crystal waters soaring forth
                              In the realm of our sacred Angelus kin
                              
                              Neither muse nor music flees
                              This garden of delights
                              Everywhere the soothing hands of nature please
                              In this state of pure Euphoria
                              
                              Paradise lies at the heart of darkness
                              And one must pay for this deep catharsis
                              
                              Now the storm-clouds retch
                              A vision fleets before my eyes
                              Wherein minarets and spires touch
                              Phantasmagoric skies
                              And meadows stretch to woodlands
                              Of sweet nymph and fireflies
                              
                              Death is in the breeze
                              And his mind will paralyse
                              
                              My mind is in the clutch
                              Of something too long fantasised
                              
                              Behind the jagged mountains
                              Beyond the frozen peaks
                              At the back of Boreas, the zealous wind
                              The Gods of love are counting
                              Down the nights until we meet
                              In the realm of oursacred Angelus kin
                              
                              Now the mirage blears
                              And the howling gusts renew their fury
                              The gleam of moonlit towers
                              Fades to utter fear
                              
                              The mountains rear in anger
                              At the righteousness I lack
                              And in their monstrous grasp I know
                              Dear God
                              They will never let me back...
                              
                              Free of enemies, no death, disease
                              The doves of peace, in flight
                              Carouse upon the ever-Summer breeze
                              In this land of Hyperborea
                              
                              Behind the jagged mountains
                              Beyond their icy stares
                              At the back of Boreas, the zealous wind
                              My soul is now surmounting
                              Past the grasp of last despairs
                              To the realm of our sacred Angelus kin
                              
                              Behind the jagged mountains
                              Beyond the frozen North
                              
                              
                              17. The Cult Of Venus Aversa (Demo)
                              
                              
                              [Special Fan Edition track]
                              
                              
                              18. The Nun With The Astral Habit (Demo)
                              
                              
                              [Special Fan Edition track]
                              
                              
                              19. Deceiving Eyes (Demo)
                              
                              
                              [Special Fan Edition track]
                              
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