I am She

Lilith

Mistress of the dark

Of Sheba

First offender

And succour to demons

Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites

Lead all too enslaved by the flesh

To trespass against God's holy law

And tonight I come for you



Midnight strikes, the candles sputter

Muttering their recking spells

I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter

These words i speak are gates to Hell



Casus belli

In hoc signo vinces

Veritas vos liberabit

Casus belli

In hoc signo vinces

In aeternum, amen



The scent of death is rent

In this ornamental verse

In ventures down the centuries

Tormenting me with secrets so anathema

And now the fires grate

I must relate, to end this curse

I'll break through spires to escape my fate

Am I too late or just perverse?



Midnight strikes, the candles sputter

Muttering their recking spells

I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter

These words i speak are gates to Hell



So the blight begins

Near the woodland of a frightened village

Where the rites of unimaginable sin

And the howling on the wind

Chills the blood for fear of spillage



Where nightfall used to be

Blessed with best tranquility

Its no caressed by misadventure



Templars from the crusades

Have birthed a church, more masquerade

In which they worship mass dementia



They came from dust and flame

By the Red Sea on dead shores

fleeing claims of blasphemy



And bestiality

Devils fed them back to us



Knights of holy wars, inviting hordes

Of grim infidelities

In the grip of cryptic lands

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And desert sands




They found just cause



and midst their entourage

Under stars

They Bought relics and parts

Of saints

And evil left to clerics charge



With Muslim plunder they built their sect

To the composite Baphomet

An androgynous sphinx, open, erect

Universal in its closet display



Spawn of Lilith and Samael

First offender and the snake

In thrall like pawns beneath its spell

The templars grew to astute surrender

Sabbatical, fanatical

They Adorned its monstrous bur

Whit a kings ransom of Easter jewels

The embodiment of beast and lust



Many moons the proved the boom

Of immutable beautiful

Darkness ever-afters



Then one eve when the ancient trees

Outside, drew back, unnerved

The pleas form those impatient teased

Something from the black beyond of nowhere



A stunning woman, summoned

Comming scimitar-curved

Statuesque, but living flesh

Draping nakedness about their pagan saviours



She came Lilith, a perfect myth

The scarlet whore

Skinned in magnificence

In her defense

She only slew a few of theme



Born of a sacrifice, a virgins price

For the merging with a Goddess

She prowled the world again

Enslaving man

With the surging of her bodice



Midnight strikes, the candles sputter

Muttering their recking spells

I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter

These words i speak are gates to Hell



Casus belli

In hoc signo vinces

Veritas vos liberabit

Casus belli

In hoc signo vinces

In aeternum, amen

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