Poets racking absinthed brains Could never fully paint these nights No martyr parting from his pain Could utter words so erudite As those she now divulged to me In throes of passions grip Indulging latent fantasies That ran forked tongues along the lip Of fate's pudenda The twisted snake's agenda Now the world would bend To her deadly legacy Life's graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight From the convent at All Hallows Fair Without contemplating, we fled through the night Too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care The Goddess had spoken And woken desire It crackled in the air around us A psychic force shimmering like fire And on her breasts. that old necklace The one I snuck from the fucked Abbess Whose dirty little secret, other than me Now shone with bold intensity Vast the power it possessed The darkness Brought to living flesh This treasure was ancient, taken by force From an elite caste of priests in Delphi The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course Then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep That necklace traversed Vile murders and miles worse But what was a curse To this perverse demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice For the maiden Harmonia The illegitimate spawn of love arid war Jealousy made it gleam for her For with it clasped, her looking glass Was ever beautiful and young But disaster choked her royal caste And every throat on which it hung There madness, death and horror clung Immortalised in mortal guise She was a sight for blighted eyes A plague to gladly plagiarise And spread like red excited kisses She was more than me More than wards Could fulfil in the parlance of the angels She cast a spell on every cell In my nobody She gave me back my tongue That she might run it on herself She was Lilith. she was light I was but a parasite Beckoned to temptation In her velvet overtones Through frozen antics, dressed in white She led me into paradise Neath comets in ovation Like the Queen of winter, throned... Pleasures archetypal Then much rarer agonies I was a sworn disciple Of her whims and dark decrees In Europe's hair Her spies were everywhere A sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair Her greater plan All chaos and the all of man For as she fed dark appetites She bred her children there The spawn of love and war Presiding over Hellfire clubs Arch-masons and Agharta The spawn of love and war She rode the beast. her legs apart A blazing pyre starter Life's playground elated, such dizzying sights And sensations ignited her grin As slaves celebrated her Satanic rites We climbed up to heaven in sin She came to me As she will come to You Intoxicating in her seduction Her siren sway. devastating voodoo Persistent, resistance is useless, fool To this Goddess, in lust she's cruel Beyond any measure, her pleasures will found A perverted Eden on sacred ground vast the power I caressed The darkness brought to vivid flesh And in it she now rules a cowered universe
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