Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa - The Orchard
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<strong>Darkly</strong>, <strong>Darkly</strong>, <strong>Venus</strong> <strong>Aversa</strong> 1
<strong>The</strong> Cult Of<br />
<strong>Venus</strong> <strong>Aversa</strong><br />
I am She<br />
Lilith<br />
Mistress of the dark<br />
Of Sheba<br />
First offender<br />
And succour to demons<br />
Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites<br />
Lead all those too enslaved by the flesh<br />
To trespass against Gods holy law<br />
And tonight I come for you...<br />
Midnight strikes, the candles sputter<br />
Muttering their reeking spells<br />
I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter<br />
<strong>The</strong>se words I speak are gates to Hell<br />
Casus belli<br />
In hoc signo vinces<br />
Veritas vos liberabit<br />
Casus belli<br />
In hoc signo vinces<br />
In aeturnum, amen<br />
<strong>The</strong> scent of death is rent<br />
In this ornamental verse<br />
It ventures down the centuries<br />
Tormenting me with secrets so anathema<br />
And now the fires grate<br />
I must relate, to end this curse<br />
I'll break through spires to escape my fate<br />
Am I too late or just perverse?<br />
Midnight strikes, the candles sputter<br />
Muttering their reeking spells<br />
I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter<br />
<strong>The</strong>se words I speak are gates to Hell<br />
So the blight begins<br />
Near the woodland of a frightened village<br />
Where the rites of unimaginable sin<br />
And the howling on the wind<br />
Chills the blood for fear of spillage<br />
Where nightfall used to be<br />
Blessed with best tranquility<br />
Its now caressed by misadventure<br />
Templars cursed from the crusades<br />
Have birthed a church, more masquerade<br />
In which they worship mass dementia<br />
<strong>The</strong>y came from dust and flame<br />
By the Red Sea on dead shores<br />
Fleeing claims of blasphemy<br />
Dani Filth<br />
Mouthpiece of <strong>Venus</strong>/Deceiving Highs<br />
And bestiality<br />
Devils fed them back to us<br />
Knights of holy wars, inviting hordes<br />
Of grim infidelities<br />
In the grip of cryptic lands<br />
And desert sands<br />
<strong>The</strong>y found just cause<br />
And midst their entourage<br />
Under the stars<br />
<strong>The</strong>y brought relics and parts<br />
Of saints<br />
And evil left to clerics charge<br />
With Muslim plunder they built their sect<br />
To the composite Baphomet<br />
An androgynous sphinx, open, erect<br />
Universal in its closet display<br />
Spawn of Lilith and Samael<br />
First offender and the snake<br />
In thrall like pawns beneath its spell<br />
<strong>The</strong> Templars grew to astute surrender<br />
Sabbatical, fanatical<br />
<strong>The</strong>y adorned its monstrous bust<br />
With a kings ransom of Eastern jewels<br />
<strong>The</strong> embodiment of beast and lust<br />
Many moons then proved the boon<br />
Of immutable and beautiful<br />
Darkness ever-afters<br />
<strong>The</strong>n one eve when the ancient trees<br />
Outside, drew back, unnerved<br />
<strong>The</strong> pleas from those impatient, teased<br />
Something from the black beyond of nowhere<br />
A stunning woman, summoned<br />
Coming scimitar-curved<br />
Statuesque, but living flesh<br />
Draping nakedness about their pagan saviour<br />
She came Lilith, a perfect myth<br />
<strong>The</strong> scarlet whore<br />
Skinned in magnificence<br />
In her defence<br />
She only slew a few of them<br />
Born of a sacrifice, a virgins price<br />
For the merging with a Goddess<br />
She prowled the world again<br />
Enslaving men<br />
With the surging of her bodice<br />
Midnight strikes, the candles sputter<br />
Muttering their reeking spells<br />
I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter<br />
<strong>The</strong>se words I speak are gates to Hell<br />
Casus belli<br />
In hoc signo vinces<br />
Veritas vos liberabit<br />
Casus Belli<br />
In hoc signo vinces<br />
In aeturnum, amen<br />
One Foul Step<br />
From <strong>The</strong> Abyss<br />
<strong>The</strong> Feast of Fools, 1308<br />
As January slipped into the grip of winter<br />
A leather leash tightened round the throat of fate<br />
Amidst the flock, disease and dementia<br />
Night was blighted more than ever before<br />
With screams of lust and obscene adventure<br />
And scenes of raw debauch<br />
<strong>The</strong> darkness was aroused with every kiss<br />
And all who fell under it's spell<br />
Were one foul step from the abyss<br />
One foul step from the abyss<br />
Scared villagers there in All Hallows Fair<br />
Feared the Templars and their Queen<br />
For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare<br />
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Fever-dreams<br />
<strong>The</strong> beast was loose and beauty party<br />
To the horrors of this sonorous whore<br />
A seducer, Medusa<br />
A frozen Hecate cloned<br />
Stealing seed, her needs were like a cancer<br />
Growing stronger with each whimpering dog<br />
Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers<br />
Called from desert sands to this land of opportunity<br />
<strong>The</strong> darkness was aroused with every kiss<br />
And all who fell under its spell<br />
Were one foul step from the abyss<br />
One foul step from the abyss<br />
Love was drugged by a copious vendor<br />
A train of servants for her decadent games<br />
Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour<br />
Vain Lilith spread her wings again<br />
Stars, they gasped and comets in ovation<br />
Lit the towers, their very presence declared<br />
<strong>The</strong>y watch with lust, despair and veneration<br />
For the Goddess seated naked there<br />
<strong>The</strong> painted eye of the storm<br />
Plagues of sin, played to win<br />
All hearts and souls in thrall<br />
To her embrace, her fatal whims<br />
Desire meant to conquer all<br />
Until that fateful day, 1308<br />
With a force blessed by the Kings of Hate<br />
Facing winter grey to disintegrate<br />
Once noble halls<br />
<strong>The</strong> villagers in a belligerent horde<br />
Fraught daughters fanning flames<br />
Rose like pillars for their militant Lord<br />
Thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins<br />
<strong>The</strong>y assailed the fort beyond the woods<br />
As the howling broke on the stroke of midnight<br />
Many lost their sanity at what they fought<br />
Amidst those walls, the creed of dementia<br />
Annihilated by sheer weight of the surge<br />
Put to the sword, freed from their calenture<br />
<strong>The</strong> great estate was given straight to the Church<br />
Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead<br />
But that she drank the blood of many men<br />
That dark night it was said<br />
Paul Allender<br />
Guitarlot On A Pedestal (Exhibit A)<br />
<strong>The</strong> Nun With<br />
<strong>The</strong> Astral Habit<br />
<strong>The</strong> world was her cloister, the Abbess Duboir<br />
In the convent at All Hallows Fair<br />
A pearl in an oyster she shone like a star<br />
Augmenting her sisterhoods prayers<br />
Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts<br />
Her choirs inspired the search<br />
For the lost Holy Grail, the Benedict arts<br />
And the best of the Catholic Church<br />
But if one thing<br />
One precious little thing<br />
Would darken this facade<br />
<strong>The</strong>re would be such consequences<br />
Like the night Sister Victoria<br />
Stepped in from the freezing cold<br />
No candles would light at Evening Mass<br />
<strong>The</strong> days passed by without a sigh<br />
But dusk came thick with dread<br />
Intangible, the air was full<br />
Of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed<br />
In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims<br />
Enjoyed the new girl's pain<br />
Proof to the rest that the briars of sin<br />
Entangled all the world in Satan's name<br />
Victoria Varco, once an heiress<br />
To a proud noble estate<br />
Fell pregnant by her recklessness<br />
Who then fell foul to a violent fate<br />
Such was her crime in expedient times<br />
And the shame of besmirching her name<br />
Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls<br />
For a life in obedient chains<br />
But not one thing<br />
One precious little thing<br />
Would darken this facade<br />
Like the night Sister Victoria<br />
Woke screaming in her room<br />
She spent a week spiralling from heaven<br />
And as the seasons wheezed and pined<br />
Her dreams grew more perverse<br />
For no good reason she would find<br />
An alluring woman naked save for jewels and verse<br />
When her eyelids closed, on a moonlit shore<br />
This intoxicating beauty would appear<br />
<strong>The</strong> sweetest symphony composed<br />
Those abating lips rose<br />
To whisper dirty secrets in her ear<br />
Clandestine secrets<br />
A dream within a dream<br />
She finds herself this nymph<br />
Abreast a desert dune<br />
And below the crescent moon<br />
Atop a darksome stranger<br />
Ah, the spurting of his seed inside her<br />
Triggers paradise<br />
She rides the beast until the heavens tremble<br />
Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood<br />
That drips upon the sand<br />
And almost out of hand<br />
Coarse plots assemble<br />
For somewhere in the convent walls<br />
A Templar treasure rests<br />
Forgotten to the vestibules<br />
Like pleasures of the flesh<br />
So, in return for nightly runs<br />
Past tongues and wisdom's hiss<br />
She promised to assist the hunt<br />
For an ancient golden chain amiss<br />
4
Retreat Of <strong>The</strong><br />
Sacred Heart<br />
She slept in ecstasy<br />
In hands that fanned her wildest fantasies<br />
Freed from Christ's frigid regime<br />
And rigid nails...<br />
She was first in church<br />
To lick her lips and self-debase<br />
Each waking second felt like heaven<br />
In the Scarlet One's embrace<br />
And at last, clear memories, aghast<br />
Relinquished their control<br />
All things held dear to the wretched past<br />
Coalesced within her soul<br />
Madness crept into her sight<br />
Though her sinful gait<br />
Spoke of nothing to the contrary<br />
Once-dulled eyes leapt alive with life<br />
Her piece of broken mirror<br />
Barely recognised<br />
<strong>The</strong> worm was turning<br />
For here sat grinning Victoria<br />
Who, not three weeks ago<br />
Was flogged red to euphoria<br />
For her dour love of God<br />
And the ardour of his crows<br />
Cold cloisters kept the dead apart<br />
At <strong>The</strong> Retreat of the Sacred Heart<br />
She stepped in ecstasy<br />
Neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies<br />
Freed into love's reacquainted dream<br />
And sudden gales...<br />
Nights grew sultry late September<br />
A man came from the village<br />
Through the woods<br />
To help with harvest<br />
She was burning like the fields<br />
All her vows lay unfulfilled<br />
His name was Isaac, silent, blessed<br />
A mute whose tongue impressed her lately<br />
But now red skies darken<br />
<strong>The</strong> rooks lament<br />
Windswept maelstroms harken<br />
<strong>The</strong> approach of Lilith's<br />
Nightmare kingdom<br />
Dave Pybus<br />
Five Foul Strings From <strong>The</strong> Abyss<br />
<strong>The</strong> woman in her astral dreams<br />
Became more vivid, livid, obscene<br />
Seated on a throne of onyx blasphemies<br />
Emanating raw desire<br />
And the surging urge to scream<br />
Darkness crept into her face<br />
She stood erect<br />
And spoke of riches and their whereabouts<br />
Finding in Isaac the need to place<br />
A hidden Templar necklace<br />
Lest the month run out<br />
For now stormed the vainglorious<br />
In her palace of mass delights<br />
Her power dawned victorious<br />
Victoria the key, her mind unfastened<br />
By flights of morbid fancy<br />
Psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong<br />
Sweet seductions, peaked eruptions<br />
Spiking through impatient song<br />
Cold cloisters kept the dead apart<br />
At <strong>The</strong> Retreat of the Sacred Heart<br />
<strong>The</strong> gate to Hell was forced apart<br />
At <strong>The</strong> Retreat of the Sacred Heart<br />
<strong>The</strong> Persecution<br />
Song<br />
At the very start<br />
<strong>The</strong>re were whispers in the dark<br />
And for all the world to see<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was witchcraft at its heart<br />
And on the autumn air<br />
<strong>The</strong> scent of bonfires everywhere<br />
And a fell wind stirred the leaves...<br />
<strong>The</strong> persecution song<br />
Telltale signs of possession<br />
Little Miss Demeanour in the demons bed<br />
Gasps she just could not suppress<br />
After lights-out midst the dead<br />
And a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness<br />
Time was running faster for disaster<br />
Strange nights were burning<br />
In the furnace of her dreams<br />
A name was uttered, Lilith<br />
Mistress, playmate, master<br />
Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy<br />
And in the thick of all<br />
In the Black Goddess's thrall<br />
With the wood unseen for trees<br />
Victoria stood tall<br />
Promiscuous in step<br />
<strong>The</strong> Devil breathing down her neck<br />
As jealous zealots stitched apiece...<br />
<strong>The</strong> persecution song<br />
Telltale signs of possession<br />
Fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared<br />
To her Sisters of the cloth<br />
She now reeked of Astaroth<br />
Again the curse had surfaced<br />
Sneaking back the pagan years<br />
Weaving webs of great revealing<br />
Hidden in the convent<br />
An evil libido abided, undone<br />
Breathing, deceiving<br />
Feasting on her deviant feelings<br />
She'd clung to her crucifix<br />
Once her torturers begun<br />
Her screams came quick<br />
<strong>The</strong> miserichord<br />
Den to vice and screw<br />
That had reddened many tongues<br />
Wrung symphonies<br />
Of suffering from her<br />
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Many moons hardened pure hearts<br />
Those plagued by her black arts<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir rooms secreting phantom orgies<br />
Vile rites and rifled graves<br />
Mere hours, now towered<br />
Above this bent and beaten flower<br />
Her naked body privy to<br />
<strong>The</strong> Abbess and her ways<br />
Victoria fought<br />
No guilt was wrought<br />
Just a torrid retort of blasphemies<br />
Nails and crosses vomited forth<br />
From this pretty little whore now arched like Hell<br />
Arched like Hell<br />
At the very start<br />
<strong>The</strong>re were whispers in the dark<br />
And for all the world to see<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was witchcraft at its heart<br />
But then the end grew nigh<br />
A dirge inferno filled the sky<br />
In its customary key...<br />
<strong>The</strong> persecution song<br />
Telltale signs of obsession<br />
No wailing banshee would dishonour their name<br />
Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak<br />
Storm-clouds threatened holy smoke<br />
<strong>The</strong>y hanged her there like Judas<br />
With the Hellcat in her reined<br />
Time was running faster for disaster<br />
Exorcism, torture, gallows<br />
Now a shallow grave<br />
A name was stuttered, Isaac<br />
Tongue-tied, simple, bastard<br />
<strong>The</strong>y made him dig the pit<br />
Mindless of what it claimed<br />
Deceiving Eyes<br />
On the night all mirrors fell silent<br />
And the clocks struck accord with the rain<br />
A storm swept in with such violence<br />
<strong>The</strong> dead rose to complain<br />
<strong>The</strong> stars were ill-crossed as the weather<br />
Lost in its bitumen cloak<br />
<strong>The</strong> Angels were warring, slick with endeavour<br />
Falling like tears through the thickening smoke<br />
Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder<br />
A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder<br />
Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder<br />
Martin 'Marthus' Skaroupka<br />
Whiplash and Concussion<br />
She stirs from dreams barely three feet under<br />
"Victoria, I come to claim my prize<br />
Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething<br />
skies<br />
For though you greased the palm of Satan<br />
With those moonlit silver thighs<br />
I knew the beast took second place<br />
When I looked into your eyes<br />
Your deceiving eyes<br />
Filled with lies<br />
And missed good byes<br />
And serpents hissing revelations<br />
Your deceiving eyes<br />
<strong>The</strong>y tell enough<br />
Of how I fell in love<br />
With the goddess creeping deep inside you"<br />
And with the tumult up above him roaring<br />
Isaac sought her shallow grave<br />
As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring<br />
rain<br />
He struck the hallowed earth again<br />
Having torn at the soil like a man insane<br />
He threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos<br />
And from that pit of shame<br />
He bore the coffin from her sorry lot<br />
Neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot<br />
Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked<br />
To splinter her sarcophagus<br />
And gaze upon her face<br />
Victoria...<br />
"Victoria, I come to claim my prize<br />
Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething<br />
skies<br />
For though you greased the palm of Satan<br />
With those moonlit silver thighs<br />
Making mockery of rosaries<br />
His needs will never rival mine<br />
I recall a summer's day<br />
<strong>The</strong> sunlight bathed your penitential scars<br />
As I sat and washed the blood away<br />
Now your body stays<br />
And the coldness of your lips<br />
Eclipse<br />
Like the first true kiss of winter"<br />
Pining for the dead<br />
On the stone floor spread<br />
She was shining through her winding shroud<br />
A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had<br />
A gift for the pretty young nun<br />
A necklace wrought of twining snakes<br />
Two gold illicit tongues<br />
He laid it at her throat<br />
Where the rope had wrung<br />
He was burning from the furnace<br />
Of his roused desire<br />
He wrested with temptation<br />
To be or unfulfilled<br />
She was undressed for ovation<br />
Her sumptuous form, the storm revealed<br />
And with his driven lust exploding<br />
Her lashes brushed his cheeks<br />
<strong>The</strong>y flickered with life, her limbs enfolding<br />
Purring, licking wicked teeth<br />
"Victoria, I come to claim my prize<br />
Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething<br />
skies<br />
For though you greased the palm of Satan<br />
With those moonlit silver thighs<br />
You have left him just for me<br />
I see it in deceiving eyes<br />
Those deceiving eyes<br />
Filled with lies<br />
And missed good byes<br />
And serpents hissing revelations<br />
Those deceiving eyes<br />
<strong>The</strong>y tell enough<br />
Of how I fell in love<br />
With the goddess re-arisen in you"<br />
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Lilith Immaculate<br />
Church bells resounded like judgement day<br />
As they were making love<br />
In the rainswept graveyard<br />
She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame<br />
A monsoon Tigress set upon prey<br />
Fall for the love of me<br />
Crawl for the love of me<br />
Drool for the love of my virulent sway<br />
I grow more master the faster the days<br />
Lilith Immaculate<br />
This delectable reaper<br />
Her eyes were profound<br />
Drawing him in deeper<br />
Until he was drowned<br />
Hurled on the shore<br />
Of the world underground...<br />
Lilith Immaculate<br />
Mortal kind, a morbid wine<br />
For this dark moon goddess<br />
And freed to stretch her claws<br />
This beautiful whore<br />
Would be brutally honest<br />
Tortuous one, taboos undone<br />
A glittering star on a sea of myriad waves<br />
And a thickening mist, a seductress<br />
Leading lovesick hearts astray<br />
Lilith<br />
In the throes of orgasm, she bucked and he broke<br />
At the height of the storm, the chaos they'd smote<br />
Burning behind her in arabesque smoke<br />
Framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his<br />
throat<br />
Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes<br />
Possessed a regal bearing<br />
Of omnipotent power<br />
From wet lips to her smouldering thighs<br />
Her beauty perfected and her will agonised<br />
Fall for the love of me<br />
Crawl for the love of me<br />
Drool for the love of my virulent sway<br />
I grow more the master the faster the days<br />
Lilith Immaculate<br />
With dread single purpose<br />
Her mind told him stay<br />
James McIlroy<br />
Guitarlot On A Pedestal (Exhibit B)<br />
She strode through the fire<br />
Desire aflame<br />
She murdered the nuns<br />
In such horrible ways...<br />
Lilith Immaculate<br />
"That night we lay entwined on hay<br />
Inside a soldier's barn<br />
Her panting breath an opiate<br />
As in her bolder grasp<br />
I caught the scent of desert sands<br />
<strong>The</strong> Holy lands, the fall of reason<br />
But only when I smelt the blood<br />
Did I fear her colder hand"<br />
"I am darkness, I am sin<br />
<strong>The</strong> Queen of lust invited in<br />
Reborn at last to cast my<br />
Fecund shadow on this world<br />
You shall worship me, enslaved<br />
For many lovers shall I crave<br />
And in return, i'll gladly pave<br />
Your psycho path with pearls<br />
For I have been grating<br />
And waiting so long to find<br />
<strong>The</strong> most perfect hostess close to me<br />
Whose thin-ice troubled mind<br />
Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror<br />
To slip right through in time<br />
When at last I wore Harmonia's necklace<br />
<strong>The</strong> cursed twin serpents mine"<br />
Tortuous one, debauchery won<br />
<strong>The</strong> attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars<br />
For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss<br />
<strong>The</strong> advance of her throne from afar<br />
This English rose with traits of those<br />
Who graced the harems of the East<br />
Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns<br />
And scarlet hems to wasted priests<br />
Fall for the love of me<br />
Crawl for the love of me<br />
Drool for the love of my virulent sway<br />
I grow more master the faster the days<br />
Lilith Immaculate<br />
This delectable reaper<br />
Her eyes were profound<br />
<strong>The</strong>y drew him in deeper<br />
Until he was drowned<br />
Hurled on the shore<br />
Of the world underground...<br />
Lilith Immaculate<br />
Fall for the love of me<br />
Crawl for the love of me<br />
Drool for the love of my virulent sway<br />
I grow more master the faster the days<br />
Lilith Immaculate<br />
<strong>The</strong> flutes and sweet wine<br />
Of her voice anodyne<br />
Her power was growing<br />
Every hour malign<br />
<strong>The</strong> truth, Lilith's kingdom<br />
Drew closer with time<br />
<strong>The</strong> Spawn Of<br />
Love And War<br />
Poets racking absinthed brains<br />
Could never fully paint these nights<br />
No martyr parting from his pain<br />
Could utter words so erudite<br />
As those she now divulged to me<br />
In the throes of passions grip<br />
Indulging latent fantasies<br />
That ran forked tongues along the lip<br />
Of fate's pudenda<br />
<strong>The</strong> twisted snake's agenda<br />
Now the world would bend<br />
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To her deadly legacy<br />
Life's graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight<br />
From the convent at All Hallows Fair<br />
Without contemplating, we fled through the night<br />
Too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care<br />
<strong>The</strong> Goddess had spoken<br />
And awoken desire<br />
It crackled in the air around us<br />
A psychic force shimmering like fire<br />
And on her breasts, that old necklace<br />
<strong>The</strong> one I snuck from the fucked Abbess<br />
Whose dirty little secret, other than me<br />
Now shone with bold intensity<br />
Vast the power it possessed<br />
<strong>The</strong> darkness brought to living flesh<br />
This treasure was ancient, taken by force<br />
From an elite caste of priests in Delphi<br />
<strong>The</strong> Templars were patient, they stayed out the course<br />
<strong>The</strong>n fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep<br />
That necklace traversed<br />
Vile murders and miles worse<br />
But what was a curse<br />
To this perverse demoness?<br />
Legend swore it was a gift of malice<br />
For the maiden Harmonia<br />
<strong>The</strong> illegitimate spawn of love and war<br />
Jealousy made it gleam for her<br />
For with it clasped, her looking glass<br />
Was ever beautiful and young<br />
But disaster choked her royal caste<br />
And every throat on which it hung<br />
<strong>The</strong>re madness, death and horror clung<br />
Immortalised in mortal guise<br />
She was a sight for blighted eyes<br />
A plague to gladly plagiarise<br />
And spread like red excited kisses<br />
She was more than me<br />
More than words<br />
Could fulfil in the parlance of the angels<br />
She cast a spell on every cell<br />
In my nobody<br />
She gave me back my tongue<br />
That she might run it on herself<br />
She was Lilith, she was light<br />
I was but a parasite<br />
Beckoned to temptation<br />
In her velvet overtones<br />
Through frozen arches, dressed in white<br />
She led me into paradise<br />
Neath comets in ovation<br />
Like the Queen of winter, throned..<br />
Pleasures archetypal<br />
<strong>The</strong>n much rarer agonies<br />
I was a sworn disciple<br />
Of her whims and dark decrees<br />
Ashley Ellyllon<br />
Tinkle, Tinkle Little Scars<br />
In Europe's hair<br />
Her spies were everywhere<br />
A sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair<br />
Her greater plan<br />
All chaos and the fall of man<br />
For as she fed dark appetites<br />
She bred her children there<br />
<strong>The</strong> spawn of love and war<br />
Presiding over Hellfire clubs<br />
Arch-masons and Agharta<br />
<strong>The</strong> spawn of love and war<br />
She rode the beast, her legs apart<br />
A blazing pyre starter<br />
Life's playground elated, such dizzying sights<br />
And sensations ignited her grin<br />
As slaves celebrated her Satanic rites<br />
We climbed up to heaven in sin<br />
She came to me<br />
As she will come to you<br />
Intoxicating in her seduction<br />
Her siren sway, devastating voodoo<br />
Persistent, resistance is useless, fool<br />
To this Goddess, in lust she's cruel<br />
Beyond any measure, her pleasures will found<br />
A perverted Eden on sacred ground<br />
Vast the power I caressed<br />
<strong>The</strong> darkness brought to vivid flesh<br />
And in it she now rules a cowered universe<br />
Harlot On A Pedestal<br />
Where does the madness end?<br />
How far down do the rungs expire<br />
In smoke and burning heat?<br />
In depravity and sin?<br />
In her shocking retinue<br />
I saw the worst<br />
Desire run amok amongst you<br />
And in her boudoir too<br />
<strong>The</strong> endless nights embedded<br />
In her beautiful cocoon<br />
Turning black and blue and jaded<br />
Kneeling at her feet<br />
My heart atrophied at her ravishing form<br />
<strong>The</strong> ultimate test<br />
Her cult obsessed<br />
With this body of the Goddess reborn<br />
When she first laid me to rest<br />
I saw such sights of wickedness<br />
From this harlot on a pedestal<br />
This Scarlet Woman scorned<br />
I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame<br />
<strong>The</strong> tribes of the moon, their lustre improved<br />
A morbid aversion to the limpid domain<br />
Of Eden and Adam her dark temper moved<br />
I witnessed reverie then<br />
Perverse resurgence, souls on fire<br />
Blood and seed spilt for centuries<br />
For this imperious bitch<br />
In her shocking retinue<br />
I saw the worst<br />
Desire run amok amongst you<br />
A gnawer of taboo<br />
Dread appetites were threaded<br />
Right throughout the mortal zoo<br />
Her Immortality now hungered<br />
I remember, in <strong>The</strong>bes<br />
Enthroned with cat-skinned girls<br />
Her long dark hair braided with pearls<br />
A red gown split revealed her thighs<br />
As full lips rose to feline eyes<br />
Egyptian black outlined each lid<br />
It's clear who owned the pyramid<br />
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Temptress Lilith<br />
Her beauty stirred me more than words<br />
Could ever paint, her bible hurt<br />
Tempered Lilith<br />
Hissing in the dark<br />
Pissing on my heart<br />
I was missing every part of Victoria<br />
Victoria<br />
I found them hypnotic, the years of display<br />
Of court life and parties, political bite<br />
Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees<br />
Left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night<br />
<strong>The</strong> scheme of the night<br />
But I grew uneasy, she wanted the earth<br />
For now she was spinning her sins<br />
Breeding fell children and biding her worth<br />
Before the new orders disorder begins<br />
Feeding from the weak<br />
Savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust<br />
Evening-dressed<br />
This young Countess<br />
Led lovers astray under cover of dusk<br />
When she took them to her breast<br />
<strong>The</strong>y passed last rites, deliciousness<br />
Swept into their every pore<br />
This matriarch of darkness bored<br />
Harlot on a pedestal<br />
<strong>The</strong> night orchestral<br />
Harlot on a pedestal<br />
Never vestal...<br />
Forgive Me Father<br />
(I Have Sinned)<br />
Forgive me Father, I have sinned<br />
Darkness put her painted claws in me again<br />
Her vision drowns like service wine<br />
Whispered kisses so divine<br />
I was blessed but now i've come undone<br />
Storm clouds roll out overhead<br />
Above their master<br />
End of all Flesh, End of all Days<br />
Love predicts disaster<br />
In her precious ways<br />
I was burned, a sacerdotal soul<br />
By the Demon Queen of my dreams<br />
Infatuation turned to total control<br />
Her rose was sweet<br />
But her thorns were barbarous<br />
"Love me<br />
And worship me<br />
I'll lavish you and ravish you<br />
Fulfil all wishes and fetishes too<br />
Many never want to see<br />
Many never want to know<br />
<strong>The</strong> truth behind their fantasies<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir deepest needs<br />
Let alone be shown them"<br />
Forgive me Father, I have sinned<br />
Darkness put her painted claws in me again<br />
Her vision drowns like service wine<br />
Whispered kisses so divine<br />
I was blessed but now i've come undone<br />
Nothing left to do but run<br />
Sodom rolls out modern death<br />
On casters ever faster<br />
End of all Flesh, End of all Days<br />
<strong>The</strong> stars predict disaster<br />
In her bastard ways<br />
"Love me<br />
And worship me<br />
I'll nurture you and hurt you too<br />
Fulfil all wishes for my sad Aladdin"<br />
She comes to me<br />
Like a sandstorm in an hourglass<br />
A whirlwind of desire<br />
I'm hypnotised<br />
To think beyond the pale<br />
Beyond heart-stopping eyes<br />
And sopping thighs<br />
I'm wont to fail<br />
A wicked spell cast over me<br />
Addicted to her utterly<br />
Despite the horrors that gestate<br />
Beneath the beautiful<br />
"I'll grant you life beyond your ken<br />
<strong>The</strong> envy of all other men<br />
Whatever vice will make you spend<br />
Eternity with me"<br />
Satan's concubine<br />
She makes her crime scenes shine from heaven<br />
Forgive me Father, I have sinned<br />
Darkness put her painted claws in me again<br />
Her vision drowns like service wine<br />
Whispered kisses so divine<br />
I was blessed but now i've come undone<br />
Beyond Eleventh Hour<br />
All mirrors lead to my palace<br />
My exotic pleasure temple<br />
Wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable<br />
Pure and obscene<br />
For where pumps the true heart of life<br />
<strong>The</strong>re too seeps corruption<br />
And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black<br />
henbane, sphinxes,<br />
opium and roses weaned on tears and blood<br />
Will rise up like lust<br />
And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend<br />
Himself across the face of the world...<br />
...And Hell will come with Him<br />
Part of the garden, her dark Eden<br />
Fed blood by poisoned fronds<br />
My heart hardened in her wet season<br />
Treading mud in her slough of despond<br />
But only now<br />
A path lies straight before me<br />
<strong>The</strong> maze is ploughed half through with hate<br />
And her crop is dripping red<br />
Beyond eleventh hour<br />
Her beauty and brute power<br />
Grows stronger by the day<br />
And with each rose that she deflowers<br />
<strong>The</strong> longer her throes of madness stay<br />
In her grip on shredded sheets<br />
Once our fingertips had dug and clutched<br />
She whispered dreadful things to me<br />
She wanted war with God<br />
<strong>The</strong> underdog baring sharpened teeth<br />
With her armies raised from suffering<br />
To ascend on jet black wings<br />
She'd break off holy limbs<br />
On the racks of her witch hunt<br />
And crush the church beneath her heel<br />
<strong>The</strong> Pope in homage to her cunt<br />
A dark horse forcing nightmares<br />
To wring submissives dry<br />
A vampire madam batterfang<br />
With vicious streaks a mile wide<br />
Beyond eleventh hour<br />
Her kiss has turned dismissive<br />
Her glance holds slight contempt<br />
Instead those eyes burn on the prize<br />
Of fates she really likes to tempt<br />
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In her grip on shredded sheets<br />
Gasping from conquered peaks of passion<br />
She whispered dreadful things to me<br />
She wanted war with God<br />
<strong>The</strong> underdog baring sharpened teeth<br />
With her armies raised from suffering<br />
To ascend on jet black wings<br />
She'd tear down mighty spires<br />
<strong>The</strong>n rear them up anew<br />
Orders forged to her desires<br />
<strong>The</strong> eleventh hour nearly through<br />
Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists<br />
That cause all souls to stray<br />
How to resist those seductive gifts<br />
On the shore of her unholy ways?<br />
She calls my name so softly<br />
From deep banks of scented fog<br />
I almost lose myself before it starts<br />
But my spirit keeps its silence<br />
As I drift across the lake<br />
A glimpse of harem secrets<br />
Now her velvet curtain parts<br />
Produced by Scott Atkins, Doug Cook and Dani Filth<br />
Mixed by Scott Atkins<br />
Engineered by Scott Atkins and Doug Cook<br />
With roadside assistance by Rupert Matthews and Andy Sneap<br />
Invoked, recorded and sexual-favoured for at - Monkey Puzzle House Studio,<br />
Woolpit, Suffolk, England, as Spring melted into Summer 2010 E.H<br />
Mastered at Backstage studios, Sneapy Hollow,<br />
Derbyshire, England, August 2010 E.H<br />
Orchestration duties shared by Mark Newby-Robson<br />
<strong>The</strong> sweet, lustrous voice of the Goddess - Lucy Atkins<br />
Haunted subtly by Dora Kemp<br />
Frightening Conductor / Arranger - Ralph Woodward<br />
<strong>The</strong> Full Score choir - Ruth McCabe, Tim Cutts, Craig Miller, Philippa Mann,<br />
Dora Kemp, Anna Asbach-Cullen<br />
Additional Guitar Soul - Andy James<br />
All music smitten by Paul Allender, James McIlroy, Mark Newby-Robson,<br />
Ashley Ellyllon, Dave Pybus and Martin Skaroupka<br />
POEtry and amped Vampyric Lyrics by Dani Filth<br />
Published by Cradle Of Filth Music Ltd<br />
Artily, Artily, <strong>Venus</strong> Perverser... Scenes of raw debauch by Natalie Shau<br />
Models - Stella Mouzi, Natalie Shau and various untagged corpses<br />
Additional artwork & booklet Layout by Matt Vickerstaff<br />
www.darkwaveart.co.uk<br />
She is glaring like the moon<br />
<strong>The</strong> wind dies down, eavesdropping<br />
As I bow before her throne<br />
And she descends to greet me<br />
Like the royal bitch to which she's grown<br />
"Come closer, what have you to say?<br />
Black cat got your tongue?"<br />
"I am not your slave<br />
Nor are you my saviour"<br />
"But Isaac, I'm the only one..."<br />
I hold those cold deceiving eyes<br />
Her once hypnotic gaze<br />
And pledge eternal love, then walk away<br />
Thunder seethes behind me<br />
Death adjusts her favourite mask<br />
Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness<br />
Clasped in the garden, here you heard<br />
This story blustered through<br />
I asked her pardon, swore my word<br />
I'd score her sweetmeats just like you<br />
jei<br />
For only now<br />
<strong>The</strong> truth lies prone before me<br />
I couldn't leave her even if she stormed<br />
<strong>The</strong> heavens as were promised<br />
Beyond eleventh hour<br />
Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists<br />
Will come for you this eve<br />
Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst<br />
Before those fatal kisses bleed<br />
Beyond eleventh hour<br />
She will make of you a plaything<br />
Scant amusement for her bed<br />
And when naked flesh forgets to sing<br />
She'll take your fucking soul instead<br />
Midnight strikes, the candles sputter<br />
Muttering their reeking spells<br />
I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter<br />
<strong>The</strong>se words I speak are gates to Hell<br />
Tyrannagement - Fay Woolven at In Phase Management Ltd<br />
Maelstrom-to-come Booking Agents - Michael Arfin & Justin Hirschman at AGI<br />
(US), Paul Bolton at X-Ray<br />
Touring (Rest of World)<br />
Legal charge d'affaires - Tim Northrop, NMD Solicitors UK<br />
Heavy duty weapons of choice-<br />
Sennheiser mics, PRS Guitars, Engl Amps, Rotosound Strings, Jim Dunlop<br />
Plectrums, ESP Guitar and Basses, Ampeg Amps, Pearl Drums, Sabian Cymbals,<br />
Vic Firth Sticks, Remo Drumheads, Ibanez Guitars, Peavey Amplification,<br />
Orange Cabinets, Bodenhamer Electronics, Roland Keyboards and Taser C2<br />
handheld stun guns.<br />
Peace Through Superior Firepower.<br />
Thank-lists, merchandise, news, invasion plans, mucky pictures<br />
and other material deemed morally offensive<br />
by the general herd, can be found online at<br />
www.cradleoffilth.com<br />
Cradle Of Filth play hardcore drinking games with Satan exclusively.<br />
This album is deadicated to the memory of our very good friend,<br />
<strong>The</strong> Green Man, Peter T. Ratajczyk Steele, 1962-2010<br />
You will be sorely missed.<br />
16
<strong>Venus</strong> Diversa<br />
17
Beast Of Extermination<br />
"Kill a man and you are a murderer.<br />
Kill millions of men and you are a conqueror.<br />
Kill everyone and you are a God."<br />
-Jean Rostard (1955)<br />
Born of the best of enemies<br />
Beyond the pearly castellations<br />
Wherein heaven has no embassy<br />
And hope no surly grip on reason<br />
Yahweh; frankincense<br />
Satan; gold and murder<br />
He is sly, bejewelled with sylph<br />
Slick limbs spread wide to guide you through the filth<br />
And rust<br />
Crawl to him fuelled by lust<br />
He's the horned one in the pentagram<br />
A waste of chaos by the gram<br />
Dark eyes for trouble, double damned<br />
Despair<br />
<strong>The</strong> storm upon lake Lacrymose<br />
Restless, never comatose<br />
<strong>The</strong> thorn upon the single rose<br />
We share...<br />
Germination<br />
His a renegade a capella now obeyed<br />
A shitstorm without warning<br />
<strong>The</strong> pleasuit King In Yellow on parade<br />
Son of the thund'rous morning<br />
Yahweh; frankincense<br />
Satan; gold and murder<br />
He is high, inured with vice<br />
<strong>The</strong> tower-creeper on our edelweiss<br />
Career<br />
A foreign power cut of utter fear<br />
Taught curiosity, he's atrocity, banned<br />
<strong>The</strong> taste of chaos by the dram<br />
A tortured course like slaughtered lamb<br />
Best rare<br />
<strong>The</strong> curse that haunts this thirsting tomb<br />
Disturbed, becomes the worst of doom<br />
Rehearsing all his worth for soon<br />
He's there...<br />
Extermination<br />
He is hatred, greed and war<br />
He is everything we ought abhor<br />
Were it not for the fateful truth<br />
Be sure<br />
We suffer him all the more<br />
And lo! his tyrant's eye<br />
Is fixed upon our rich and vibrant sky<br />
Now hear the wind<br />
Herald desolation<br />
As on that eve when angels clad<br />
In nothing but their whispered virtues<br />
Slipped into the valley<br />
Of the dirty serpentine<br />
He's the horned one in the pentagram<br />
A waste of chaos by the gram<br />
Dark eyes for trouble, double damned<br />
Despair<br />
<strong>The</strong> storm upon lake Lacrymose<br />
Restless, never comatose<br />
<strong>The</strong> thorn upon the single rose<br />
We share...<br />
Desperation<br />
Disdainful, he self-deprecates<br />
<strong>The</strong> mirror's jagged stare<br />
And it's painful how we subjugate<br />
<strong>The</strong> grinning face reflected in there<br />
Yahweh; frankincense<br />
Satan; gold and murder<br />
Truth and Agony<br />
Mother's milk has soured<br />
My life's a bolted door<br />
And from it runs a trail of vagrant gore<br />
My wounds are open flowers<br />
Fragrant gifts for my encore<br />
Bouquets of praise for bleeding, towered<br />
On the sacrificial floor<br />
I summoned and you came<br />
To the peel of twisted bells<br />
To the gelid whisper of my name<br />
I blanched, erotic danger<br />
Had me whirling like a star<br />
To the dark advance of strangers<br />
And then I heard you laugh<br />
A throat of broken glass<br />
Leather stitched to weeping skin<br />
A coat of death and suppuration<br />
Be my truth and agony<br />
An architect for my total destruction<br />
My erector, my dissector<br />
My flesh will be wet for your best seduction<br />
Be my truth and agony<br />
Inventive and deranged<br />
Loves proof is in, its plain to see<br />
<strong>The</strong> fluids we've exchanged<br />
Part of these soul killers<br />
<strong>The</strong> Gestapohood of scars<br />
Carved an ornate invitation on my heart<br />
<strong>The</strong> scent of French vanilla<br />
With the stench of abattoirs<br />
Past tense of present playthings<br />
On those stained red lips ajar<br />
I summoned and you came<br />
From the churning guts of Hell<br />
With your Christmas hiss of chains<br />
Down the endless centuries<br />
Your torture bed of lust<br />
A shrine for us to redesign<br />
And sign in blood and rust<br />
Be my truth and agony<br />
An architect for my total destruction<br />
My erector, my dissector<br />
My flesh caressed by your best corruption<br />
Be my truth and agony<br />
Inventive and deranged<br />
Loves proof is in, its meant to be<br />
My cells are rearranged<br />
I suffered and you came<br />
To the splintering of bones<br />
Winning pinnacles for my pain<br />
Raped and racked and mutilated<br />
Raised from dregs again<br />
Autopsy-turvy, back elated<br />
In brazen arms that sacked my veins<br />
Skinnatra, take me to the stars<br />
Thrust me through to paradise<br />
Endorphins breaking fast<br />
Creature from the black abyss<br />
Teacher, sadomasochist<br />
Your tortured soul has led me<br />
To this altered state of bliss<br />
Mistress From<br />
<strong>The</strong> Sucking Pit<br />
18
Oh dear God<br />
It is midnight in the labyrinth<br />
<strong>The</strong> night is set to taint the painted halls<br />
Moonlight is our cue<br />
<strong>The</strong> candelabra flicker at your passing gall<br />
I swear they're dancing just for you<br />
<strong>The</strong> dead leaves rustle on the manor lawns<br />
As a light breeze whispers through<br />
<strong>The</strong> call of wolves, the owls lament<br />
Our screams shall soon soar skyward too<br />
Mistress from the sucking pit<br />
All the world crawls lovesick at her feet<br />
<strong>The</strong> stars are passing observations<br />
Her voice is music, her legs go on<br />
She's got full orchestration<br />
And been known to use it<br />
But trepidation is a far slicker song<br />
Amongst dull suitors<br />
She's bright and razor sharp<br />
A tree of woe uprooter<br />
A viper still at heart<br />
She's alkaline and far acidic<br />
As sweet as clementines<br />
This mistress from the sucking pit<br />
All the world crawls lovesick at her feet<br />
<strong>The</strong> stars are passing observations<br />
Her voice is music, her legs go on<br />
She's got full orchestration<br />
And been known to use it<br />
But trepidation is a far slicker song<br />
Mistress from the sucking pit<br />
Embossed by her postulant gaze<br />
Like Medusa on a plinth<br />
I am lost in her embrace<br />
Oh dear God<br />
It is midnight in the labyrinth<br />
A peacock fan of sinful eyes<br />
Swim wide across the room<br />
This night, espied, your thin disguise<br />
Does wonders for the sundered gloom<br />
For all lit up the shades retreat<br />
To dark Italian pews<br />
And corners where great vases stand<br />
Abrim with thoughts of naked dais with you<br />
Mistress from the sucking pit<br />
All the world crawls lovesick at her feet<br />
<strong>The</strong> stars are passing observations<br />
Her needs are dire, her rites are wrong<br />
She burns with exultation<br />
Like a fiery vampire<br />
For desperation is a far slicker song<br />
Amongst dull suitors<br />
She's bright and razor sharp<br />
A tree of woe uprooter<br />
A viper still at heart<br />
She's alkaline and far acidic<br />
Fluidic, serpentine<br />
This mistress from the sucking pit<br />
<strong>The</strong> waiters pass in gilded frames<br />
With glasses sparkling too<br />
<strong>The</strong> ball tonight grows magical<br />
Like the finest Venice threw<br />
And at it's heart a mythic queen<br />
Her skin of purest hue<br />
Whose beauty is unquestionable<br />
But whose duties are askew<br />
For beneath the airs and divine graces<br />
A slim tornado whirls<br />
On the precipice of her poisonous kiss<br />
<strong>The</strong> devil dwells deep inside this girl<br />
Embossed by her postulant gaze<br />
Like Medusa on a plinth<br />
I am lost in her embrace<br />
Oh dear god<br />
It is midnight in the labyrinth<br />
Mistress from the sucking pit<br />
<strong>The</strong> wine has sat and breathed it's last<br />
In blood red ruby where<br />
I find you by the roaring hearth<br />
A blaze of golden hair<br />
Cascading down an angel's face<br />
To pool about the breasts<br />
That many minds have wondered on<br />
But only I caress<br />
And then i'm yours, the velvet crown<br />
Of <strong>Venus</strong> in my hands<br />
Fists grip hard the eiderdown<br />
Desire firebrands<br />
Every mountain, every route<br />
My wanton tongue must take<br />
To taste that once forbidden fruit<br />
Before your bloodlust starts to...<br />
Behind <strong>The</strong><br />
Jagged Mountains<br />
I have come from the freezing seas<br />
From the warmth of foreign coals<br />
Through the dismal fog of insecurities<br />
To a cloud-enshrouded noble goal<br />
<strong>The</strong> world has cast me from its laughter<br />
Thrown to the wolves, to the dread thereafter<br />
So now I forge a journey fraught<br />
Through these bitter wastes of snow<br />
Over ice and gorge to an Eden sought<br />
Far from the human races afterglow<br />
This sightless climb is treacherous to weather<br />
As the cold bites deep, old heartstrings sever<br />
Behind the jagged mountains<br />
Beyond the frozen North<br />
At the back of Boreas, the zealous wind<br />
<strong>The</strong>re crest celestial fountains<br />
Crystal waters soaring forth<br />
In the realm of our sacred Angelus kin<br />
Neither muse nor music flees<br />
This garden of delights<br />
Everywhere the soothing hands of nature please<br />
In this state of pure Euphoria<br />
Paradise lies at the heart of darkness<br />
And one must pay for this deep catharsis<br />
Now the storm-clouds retch<br />
A vision fleets before my eyes<br />
Wherein minarets and spires touch<br />
Phantasmagoric skies<br />
And meadows stretch to woodlands<br />
Of sweet nymph and fireflies<br />
Death is in the breeze<br />
And his breath will paralyse<br />
My mind is in the clutch<br />
Of something too long fantasised<br />
Behind the jagged mountains<br />
Beyond the frozen peaks<br />
At the back of Boreas, the zealous wind<br />
<strong>The</strong> Gods of love are counting<br />
Down the nights until we meet<br />
In the realm of our sacred Angelus kin<br />
Now the mirage blears<br />
And the howling gusts renew their fury<br />
<strong>The</strong> gleam of moonlit towers<br />
Fades to utter fear<br />
<strong>The</strong> mountains rear in anger<br />
At the righteousness i lack<br />
And in their monstrous grasp I know<br />
-Dear God-<br />
<strong>The</strong>y will never let me back...<br />
Free of enemies, no death, disease<br />
<strong>The</strong> doves of peace, in flight<br />
Carouse upon the ever-Summer breeze<br />
In this land of Hyperborea<br />
Behind the jagged mountains<br />
Beyond their icy stares<br />
At the back of Boreas, the zealous wind<br />
My soul is now surmounting<br />
Past the grasp of last despairs<br />
To the realm of our sacred Angelus kin<br />
Behind the jagged mountains<br />
Beyond the frozen North<br />
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