Luyện nghe bài hát The Cult Of Venus Aversa

I am She

Mistress of the
Of
First
And succour to
sweet seductions and wicked rites
Lead all too enslaved by the
To trespass against God's law
And I come for you

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

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

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

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

So the begins
Near the woodland of a frightened
the rites of unimaginable sin
And the howling on the
the blood for fear of spillage

Where nightfall to be
Blessed best tranquility
Its no caressed by

Templars from the
Have birthed a church, masquerade
In which they mass dementia

They came from and flame
By the Red Sea on shores
fleeing claims of

And
Devils fed them to us

Knights of holy wars, hordes
Of grim
In the of cryptic lands
And sands
They found cause

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

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

of Lilith and Samael
First offender and the
In thrall pawns beneath its spell
The templars to astute surrender
Sabbatical,
Adorned its monstrous bur
Whit a kings ransom of Easter
The embodiment of and lust

moons the proved the boom
Of immutable
ever-afters

Then one eve when the ancient
Outside, back, unnerved
The pleas form those impatient
from the black beyond of nowhere

A stunning woman,
scimitar-curved
Statuesque, but flesh
Draping nakedness their pagan saviours

She came Lilith, a perfect
The scarlet
in magnificence
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

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

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