Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa

Darkness ever-afters Then one eve when the ancient trees Outside, drew back, unnerved The pleas from those impatient, teased Something from the black beyond of nowhere A stunning woman, summoned The Cult Of Coming scimitar-curved Statuesque, but living flesh Venus Aversa Draping nakedness about their pagan saviour I am She She came Lilith, a perfect myth Lilith The scarlet whore Mistress of the dark Skinned in magnificence Of Sheba In her defence First offender She only slew a few of them And succour to demons Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites Born of a sacrifice, a virgins price Lead all those too enslaved by the flesh For the merging with a Goddess To trespass against Gods holy law She prowled the world again Enslaving men And tonight I come for you... With the surging of her bodice Midnight strikes, the candles sputter Midnight strikes, the candles sputter Muttering their reeking spells Muttering their reeking spells I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter These words I speak are gates to Hell These words I speak are gates to Hell

Casus belli Casus belli In hoc signo vinces Dani Filth In hoc signo vinces Veritas vos liberabit Veritas vos liberabit Casus belli Mouthpiece of Venus/Deceiving Highs Casus Belli In hoc signo vinces In hoc signo vinces In aeturnum, amen In aeturnum, amen And bestiality The scent of death is rent Devils fed them back to us In this ornamental verse It ventures down the centuries Knights of holy wars, inviting hordes Tormenting me with secrets so anathema Of grim infidelities And now the fires grate In the grip of cryptic lands I must relate, to end this curse And desert sands I'll break through spires to escape my fate They found just cause Am I too late or just perverse? And midst their entourage Midnight strikes, the candles sputter Under the stars One Foul Step Muttering their reeking spells They brought relics and parts I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter Of saints From The Abyss These words I speak are gates to Hell And evil left to clerics charge The Feast of Fools, 1308 So the blight begins With Muslim plunder they built their sect As January slipped into the grip of winter Near the woodland of a frightened village To the composite Baphomet A leather leash tightened round the throat of fate Where the rites of unimaginable sin An androgynous sphinx, open, erect And the howling on the wind Universal in its closet display Amidst the flock, disease and dementia Chills the blood for fear of spillage Night was blighted more than ever before Spawn of Lilith and Samael With screams of lust and obscene adventure Where nightfall used to be First offender and the snake And scenes of raw debauch Blessed with best tranquility In thrall like pawns beneath its spell Its now caressed by misadventure The Templars grew to astute surrender The darkness was aroused with every kiss Sabbatical, fanatical And all who fell under it's spell Templars cursed from the crusades They adorned its monstrous bust Were one foul step from the abyss Have birthed a church, more masquerade With a kings ransom of Eastern jewels In which they worship mass dementia The embodiment of beast and lust One foul step from the abyss They came from dust and flame Many moons then proved the boon Scared villagers there in All Hallows Fair By the Red Sea on dead shores Of immutable and beautiful Feared the Templars and their Queen Fleeing claims of blasphemy For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare Fever-dreams Of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed The beast was loose and beauty party In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims To the horrors of this sonorous whore Enjoyed the new girl's pain A seducer, Medusa Proof to the rest that the briars of sin A frozen Hecate cloned Entangled all the world in Satan's name Stealing seed, her needs were like a cancer Victoria Varco, once an heiress Growing stronger with each whimpering dog To a proud noble estate Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers Fell pregnant by her recklessness Called from desert sands to this land of opportunity Who then fell foul to a violent fate Such was her crime in expedient times The darkness was aroused with every kiss And the shame of besmirching her name And all who fell under its spell Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls Were one foul step from the abyss For a life in obedient chains One foul step from the abyss But not one thing One precious little thing Love was drugged by a copious vendor Would darken this facade A train of servants for her decadent games Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour Like the night Sister Victoria Vain Lilith spread her wings again Woke screaming in her room She spent a week spiralling from heaven Stars, they gasped and comets in ovation Lit the towers, their very presence declared And as the seasons wheezed and pined They watch with lust, despair and veneration Her dreams grew more perverse For the Goddess seated naked there For no good reason she would find An alluring woman naked save for jewels and verse The painted eye of the storm When her eyelids closed, on a moonlit shore Plagues of sin, played to win This intoxicating beauty would appear All hearts and souls in thrall Paul Allender The sweetest symphony composed To her embrace, her fatal whims Guitarlot On A Pedestal (Exhibit A) Those abating lips rose Desire meant to conquer all To whisper dirty secrets in her ear Until that fateful day, 1308 Clandestine secrets With a force blessed by the Kings of Hate Facing winter grey to disintegrate A dream within a dream Once noble halls She finds herself this nymph Abreast a desert dune The villagers in a belligerent horde And below the crescent moon Fraught daughters fanning flames Atop a darksome stranger Rose like pillars for their militant Lord The Nun With Thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins Ah, the spurting of his seed inside her The Astral Habit Triggers paradise They assailed the fort beyond the woods She rides the beast until the heavens tremble As the howling broke on the stroke of midnight The world was her cloister, the Abbess Duboir Many lost their sanity at what they fought In the convent at All Hallows Fair Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood A pearl in an oyster she shone like a star That drips upon the sand Amidst those walls, the creed of dementia Augmenting her sisterhoods prayers And almost out of hand Annihilated by sheer weight of the surge Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts Coarse plots assemble Put to the sword, freed from their calenture Her choirs inspired the search The great estate was given straight to the Church For the lost Holy Grail, the Benedict arts For somewhere in the convent walls And the best of the Catholic Church A Templar treasure rests Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead Forgotten to the vestibules But that she drank the blood of many men But if one thing Like pleasures of the flesh That dark night it was said One precious little thing Would darken this facade So, in return for nightly runs There would be such consequences Past tongues and wisdom's hiss She promised to assist the hunt Like the night Sister Victoria For an ancient golden chain amiss Stepped in from the freezing cold No candles would light at Evening Mass

The days passed by without a sigh But dusk came thick with dread Intangible, the air was full

Retreat Of The The Persecution Sacred Heart Song She slept in ecstasy At the very start In hands that fanned her wildest fantasies There were whispers in the dark Freed from Christ's frigid regime And for all the world to see And rigid nails... There was witchcraft at its heart And on the autumn air She was first in church The scent of bonfires everywhere To lick her lips and self-debase And a fell wind stirred the leaves... Each waking second felt like heaven In the Scarlet One's embrace The persecution song And at last, clear memories, aghast Telltale signs of possession Relinquished their control Little Miss Demeanour in the demons bed All things held dear to the wretched past Gasps she just could not suppress Coalesced within her soul After lights-out midst the dead And a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness Madness crept into her sight Though her sinful gait Time was running faster for disaster Spoke of nothing to the contrary Dave Pybus Strange nights were burning Once-dulled eyes leapt alive with life In the furnace of her dreams Her piece of broken mirror Five Foul Strings From The Abyss A name was uttered, Lilith Barely recognised Mistress, playmate, master Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy The worm was turning The woman in her astral dreams Became more vivid, livid, obscene And in the thick of all For here sat grinning Victoria Seated on a throne of onyx blasphemies In the Black Goddess's thrall Who, not three weeks ago Emanating raw desire With the wood unseen for trees Was flogged red to euphoria And the surging urge to scream Victoria stood tall For her dour love of God Promiscuous in step And the ardour of his crows Darkness crept into her face The Devil breathing down her neck She stood erect As jealous zealots stitched apiece... Cold cloisters kept the dead apart And spoke of riches and their whereabouts At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart Finding in Isaac the need to place The persecution song A hidden Templar necklace She stepped in ecstasy Lest the month run out Telltale signs of possession Neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies Fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared Freed into love's reacquainted dream For now stormed the vainglorious To her Sisters of the cloth And sudden gales... In her palace of mass delights She now reeked of Astaroth Her power dawned victorious Again the curse had surfaced Nights grew sultry late September Victoria the key, her mind unfastened Sneaking back the pagan years A man came from the village By flights of morbid fancy Through the woods Psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong Weaving webs of great revealing To help with harvest Sweet seductions, peaked eruptions Hidden in the convent She was burning like the fields Spiking through impatient song An evil libido abided, undone All her vows lay unfulfilled Breathing, deceiving His name was Isaac, silent, blessed Cold cloisters kept the dead apart Feasting on her deviant feelings A mute whose tongue impressed her lately At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart She'd clung to her crucifix Once her torturers begun But now red skies darken The gate to Hell was forced apart The rooks lament At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart Her screams came quick Windswept maelstroms harken The miserichord The approach of Lilith's Den to vice and screw Nightmare kingdom That had reddened many tongues Wrung symphonies Of suffering from her To splinter her sarcophagus Many moons hardened pure hearts And gaze upon her face Those plagued by her black arts Their rooms secreting phantom orgies Victoria... Vile rites and rifled graves "Victoria, I come to claim my prize Mere hours, now towered Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething Above this bent and beaten flower skies Her naked body privy to For though you greased the palm of Satan The Abbess and her ways With those moonlit silver thighs Making mockery of rosaries Victoria fought His needs will never rival mine No guilt was wrought Just a torrid retort of blasphemies I recall a summer's day Nails and crosses vomited forth The sunlight bathed your penitential scars From this pretty little whore now arched like Hell As I sat and washed the blood away Arched like Hell Now your body stays And the coldness of your lips At the very start Eclipse There were whispers in the dark Like the first true kiss of winter" And for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart Pining for the dead But then the end grew nigh On the stone floor spread A dirge inferno filled the sky She was shining through her winding shroud In its customary key... A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had A gift for the pretty young nun The persecution song A necklace wrought of twining snakes Two gold illicit tongues Telltale signs of obsession He laid it at her throat No wailing banshee would dishonour their name Martin 'Marthus' Skaroupka Where the rope had wrung Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak He was burning from the furnace Storm-clouds threatened holy smoke Whiplash and Concussion Of his roused desire They hanged her there like Judas With the Hellcat in her reined He wrested with temptation She stirs from dreams barely three feet under To be or unfulfilled Time was running faster for disaster She was undressed for ovation Exorcism, torture, gallows "Victoria, I come to claim my prize Her sumptuous form, the storm revealed Now a shallow grave Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething A name was stuttered, Isaac skies And with his driven lust exploding Tongue-tied, simple, bastard For though you greased the palm of Satan Her lashes brushed his cheeks They made him dig the pit With those moonlit silver thighs They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding Mindless of what it claimed I knew the beast took second place Purring, licking wicked teeth When I looked into your eyes "Victoria, I come to claim my prize Your deceiving eyes Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething Filled with lies skies And missed good byes For though you greased the palm of Satan And serpents hissing revelations With those moonlit silver thighs You have left him just for me Your deceiving eyes I see it in deceiving eyes They tell enough Deceiving Eyes Of how I fell in love Those deceiving eyes With the goddess creeping deep inside you" Filled with lies On the night all mirrors fell silent And missed good byes And the clocks struck accord with the rain And with the tumult up above him roaring And serpents hissing revelations A storm swept in with such violence Isaac sought her shallow grave The dead rose to complain As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring Those deceiving eyes The stars were ill-crossed as the weather rain They tell enough Lost in its bitumen cloak He struck the hallowed earth again Of how I fell in love The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour With the goddess re-arisen in you" Falling like tears through the thickening smoke Having torn at the soil like a man insane He threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder And from that pit of shame A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder He bore the coffin from her sorry lot Neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked