Luyện nghe bài hát The Cult Of Venus Aversa

I am She

Mistress of the
Of
First
And succour to
Whose sweet seductions and rites
Lead all too by the flesh
To trespass against holy law
And I come for you

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

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

The scent of death is
In ornamental verse
In ventures the centuries
Tormenting me with so anathema
And now the grate
I must relate, to end curse
I'll break through spires to escape my
Am I too late or just

strikes, the candles sputter
Muttering their recking
I snuff their tongues, my a-flutter
These words i speak are gates to

So the blight
Near the woodland of a village
Where the rites of sin
And the howling on the
the blood for fear of spillage

Where nightfall to be
Blessed with best
Its no caressed by

from the crusades
Have a church, more masquerade
In which they worship dementia

They came dust and flame
By the Red Sea on shores
fleeing of blasphemy

And
fed them back to us

Knights of wars, inviting hordes
Of infidelities
In the of cryptic lands
And sands
They found cause

and midst their
stars
They relics and parts
Of
And evil left to clerics

With Muslim plunder built their sect
To the Baphomet
An androgynous sphinx, open,
in its closet display

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

Many the proved the boom
Of beautiful
Darkness

Then one eve when the trees
Outside, back, unnerved
The pleas those impatient teased
Something from the black beyond of

A woman, summoned
scimitar-curved
Statuesque, but living
Draping nakedness their 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 surging of her

Midnight strikes, the candles
their recking spells
I snuff their tongues, my a-flutter
These words i are gates to Hell

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