Luyện nghe bài hát The Cult Of Venus Aversa

I am She

Mistress of the
Of
offender
And succour to
Whose sweet seductions and 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
words i speak are gates to Hell

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

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

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

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

nightfall used to be
Blessed best tranquility
Its no by misadventure

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

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

And
Devils fed back to us

Knights of holy wars, inviting
Of grim
In the grip of lands
And sands
They found cause

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

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

Spawn of Lilith and
offender and the snake
In thrall like beneath its spell
The grew to astute surrender
Sabbatical,
They Adorned its bur
a kings ransom of Easter jewels
The embodiment of and lust

moons the proved the boom
Of immutable
ever-afters

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

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

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

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

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

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