Luyện nghe bài hát The Cult Of Venus Aversa

I am She

Mistress of the
Of
offender
And succour to
Whose sweet and wicked rites
Lead all too enslaved by the
To against God's holy law
And tonight I for you

Midnight strikes, the sputter
Muttering recking spells
I their tongues, my heart a-flutter
These i speak are gates to Hell

belli
In hoc signo
vos liberabit
Casus
In hoc signo
In aeternum,

The scent of is rent
In this verse
In down the centuries
me with secrets so anathema
And now the grate
I relate, to end this curse
I'll break through spires to my fate
Am I too or just perverse?

strikes, the candles sputter
Muttering their spells
I snuff their tongues, my heart
These words i speak are gates to

So the blight
Near the of a frightened village
Where the of unimaginable sin
And the howling on the
Chills the for fear of spillage

Where nightfall to be
Blessed with best
Its no caressed by

Templars the crusades
Have birthed a church, more
In which they worship mass

They came from and flame
By the Red Sea on dead
claims of blasphemy

And
Devils fed them to us

Knights of holy wars, hordes
Of infidelities
In the grip of cryptic
And sands
They found just

and midst their
Under
They Bought relics and
Of
And left to clerics charge

With plunder they built their sect
To the composite
An sphinx, open, erect
Universal in its closet

Spawn of and Samael
First offender and the
In thrall pawns beneath its spell
The grew to astute surrender
Sabbatical,
They Adorned its bur
Whit a ransom of Easter jewels
The embodiment of and lust

moons the proved the boom
Of beautiful
ever-afters

Then one eve when the ancient
Outside, drew back,
The pleas those impatient teased
Something from the black of nowhere

A woman, summoned
scimitar-curved
Statuesque, but living
Draping nakedness about pagan saviours

She Lilith, a perfect myth
The whore
Skinned in
In her
She slew a few of theme

of a sacrifice, a virgins price
For the merging with a
She prowled the world
man
With the of her bodice

strikes, the candles sputter
Muttering their spells
I snuff their tongues, my heart
These words i are gates to Hell

belli
In hoc signo
Veritas vos
belli
In hoc vinces
In aeternum,