Luyện nghe bài hát The Cult Of Venus Aversa

I am She

Mistress of the
Of
First
And succour to
Whose sweet and wicked rites
Lead all too by the flesh
To against God's holy law
And tonight I for you

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

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

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

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

So the begins
Near the of a frightened village
the rites of unimaginable sin
And the on the wind
Chills the blood for fear of

Where nightfall to be
Blessed with tranquility
Its no caressed by

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

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

And
fed them back to us

Knights of holy wars, hordes
Of grim
In the of cryptic lands
And desert
They found just

and their entourage
Under
They relics and parts
Of
And left to clerics charge

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

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

Many moons the proved the
Of immutable
ever-afters

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

A stunning woman,
scimitar-curved
Statuesque, but living
Draping nakedness about 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 with a
She prowled the world
man
With the surging of her

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

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