Luyện nghe bài hát The Cult Of Venus Aversa

I am She

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where nightfall to be
Blessed with tranquility
Its no by misadventure

Templars from the
birthed a church, more masquerade
In which they worship mass

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

And
fed them back to us

Knights of holy wars, hordes
Of grim
In the grip of lands
And sands
They found just

and midst entourage
Under
They relics and parts
Of
And evil left to charge

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

of Lilith and Samael
First and the snake
In thrall like beneath its spell
The grew to astute surrender
Sabbatical,
They 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 trees
Outside, back, unnerved
The pleas form those impatient
from the black beyond of nowhere

A stunning woman,
Comming
Statuesque, but flesh
nakedness about their pagan saviours

She came Lilith, a myth
The whore
in magnificence
In her
She only slew a few of

of a sacrifice, a virgins price
For the merging a Goddess
She prowled the again
man
With the surging of her

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

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