Luyện nghe bài hát The Cult Of Venus Aversa

I am She

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

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

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

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

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

So the begins
the woodland of a frightened village
Where the rites of sin
And the howling on the
Chills the for fear of spillage

Where used to be
Blessed with best
Its no caressed by

from the crusades
Have birthed a church, masquerade
In which worship mass dementia

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

And
Devils fed back to us

of holy wars, inviting hordes
Of infidelities
In the grip of cryptic
And sands
They found cause

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

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

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

Many moons the the boom
Of beautiful
Darkness

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

A woman, summoned
Comming
Statuesque, but living
nakedness about their pagan saviours

She came Lilith, a perfect
The scarlet
Skinned in
In her
She only slew a few of

Born of a sacrifice, a price
For the merging a Goddess
She prowled the again
man
With the of her bodice

strikes, the candles sputter
Muttering their recking
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,