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Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa 1


The Cult Of

Venus Aversa

I am She

Lilith

Mistress of the dark

Of Sheba

First offender

And succour to demons

Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites

Lead all those too enslaved by the flesh

To trespass against Gods holy law

And tonight I come for you...

Midnight strikes, the candles sputter

Muttering their reeking 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 aeturnum, amen

The scent of death is rent

In this ornamental verse

It 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 reeking 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 now caressed by misadventure

Templars cursed 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

Dani Filth

Mouthpiece of Venus/Deceiving Highs

And bestiality

Devils fed them back to us

Knights of holy wars, inviting hordes

Of grim infidelities

In the grip of cryptic lands

And desert sands

They found just cause

And midst their entourage

Under the stars

They brought 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 bust

With a kings ransom of Eastern jewels

The embodiment of beast and lust

Many moons then proved the boon

Of immutable and beautiful

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

Coming scimitar-curved

Statuesque, but living flesh

Draping nakedness about their pagan saviour

She came Lilith, a perfect myth

The scarlet whore

Skinned in magnificence

In her defence

She only slew a few of them

Born of a sacrifice, a virgins price

For the merging with a Goddess

She prowled the world again

Enslaving men

With the surging of her bodice

Midnight strikes, the candles sputter

Muttering their reeking 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 aeturnum, amen

One Foul Step

From The Abyss

The Feast of Fools, 1308

As January slipped into the grip of winter

A leather leash tightened round the throat of fate

Amidst the flock, disease and dementia

Night was blighted more than ever before

With screams of lust and obscene adventure

And scenes of raw debauch

The darkness was aroused with every kiss

And all who fell under it's spell

Were one foul step from the abyss

One foul step from the abyss

Scared villagers there in All Hallows Fair

Feared the Templars and their Queen

For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare

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Fever-dreams

The beast was loose and beauty party

To the horrors of this sonorous whore

A seducer, Medusa

A frozen Hecate cloned

Stealing seed, her needs were like a cancer

Growing stronger with each whimpering dog

Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers

Called from desert sands to this land of opportunity

The darkness was aroused with every kiss

And all who fell under its spell

Were one foul step from the abyss

One foul step from the abyss

Love was drugged by a copious vendor

A train of servants for her decadent games

Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour

Vain Lilith spread her wings again

Stars, they gasped and comets in ovation

Lit the towers, their very presence declared

They watch with lust, despair and veneration

For the Goddess seated naked there

The painted eye of the storm

Plagues of sin, played to win

All hearts and souls in thrall

To her embrace, her fatal whims

Desire meant to conquer all

Until that fateful day, 1308

With a force blessed by the Kings of Hate

Facing winter grey to disintegrate

Once noble halls

The villagers in a belligerent horde

Fraught daughters fanning flames

Rose like pillars for their militant Lord

Thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins

They assailed the fort beyond the woods

As the howling broke on the stroke of midnight

Many lost their sanity at what they fought

Amidst those walls, the creed of dementia

Annihilated by sheer weight of the surge

Put to the sword, freed from their calenture

The great estate was given straight to the Church

Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead

But that she drank the blood of many men

That dark night it was said

Paul Allender

Guitarlot On A Pedestal (Exhibit A)

The Nun With

The Astral Habit

The world was her cloister, the Abbess Duboir

In the convent at All Hallows Fair

A pearl in an oyster she shone like a star

Augmenting her sisterhoods prayers

Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts

Her choirs inspired the search

For the lost Holy Grail, the Benedict arts

And the best of the Catholic Church

But if one thing

One precious little thing

Would darken this facade

There would be such consequences

Like the night Sister Victoria

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

Of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed

In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims

Enjoyed the new girl's pain

Proof to the rest that the briars of sin

Entangled all the world in Satan's name

Victoria Varco, once an heiress

To a proud noble estate

Fell pregnant by her recklessness

Who then fell foul to a violent fate

Such was her crime in expedient times

And the shame of besmirching her name

Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls

For a life in obedient chains

But not one thing

One precious little thing

Would darken this facade

Like the night Sister Victoria

Woke screaming in her room

She spent a week spiralling from heaven

And as the seasons wheezed and pined

Her dreams grew more perverse

For no good reason she would find

An alluring woman naked save for jewels and verse

When her eyelids closed, on a moonlit shore

This intoxicating beauty would appear

The sweetest symphony composed

Those abating lips rose

To whisper dirty secrets in her ear

Clandestine secrets

A dream within a dream

She finds herself this nymph

Abreast a desert dune

And below the crescent moon

Atop a darksome stranger

Ah, the spurting of his seed inside her

Triggers paradise

She rides the beast until the heavens tremble

Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood

That drips upon the sand

And almost out of hand

Coarse plots assemble

For somewhere in the convent walls

A Templar treasure rests

Forgotten to the vestibules

Like pleasures of the flesh

So, in return for nightly runs

Past tongues and wisdom's hiss

She promised to assist the hunt

For an ancient golden chain amiss

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Retreat Of The

Sacred Heart

She slept in ecstasy

In hands that fanned her wildest fantasies

Freed from Christ's frigid regime

And rigid nails...

She was first in church

To lick her lips and self-debase

Each waking second felt like heaven

In the Scarlet One's embrace

And at last, clear memories, aghast

Relinquished their control

All things held dear to the wretched past

Coalesced within her soul

Madness crept into her sight

Though her sinful gait

Spoke of nothing to the contrary

Once-dulled eyes leapt alive with life

Her piece of broken mirror

Barely recognised

The worm was turning

For here sat grinning Victoria

Who, not three weeks ago

Was flogged red to euphoria

For her dour love of God

And the ardour of his crows

Cold cloisters kept the dead apart

At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart

She stepped in ecstasy

Neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies

Freed into love's reacquainted dream

And sudden gales...

Nights grew sultry late September

A man came from the village

Through the woods

To help with harvest

She was burning like the fields

All her vows lay unfulfilled

His name was Isaac, silent, blessed

A mute whose tongue impressed her lately

But now red skies darken

The rooks lament

Windswept maelstroms harken

The approach of Lilith's

Nightmare kingdom

Dave Pybus

Five Foul Strings From The Abyss

The woman in her astral dreams

Became more vivid, livid, obscene

Seated on a throne of onyx blasphemies

Emanating raw desire

And the surging urge to scream

Darkness crept into her face

She stood erect

And spoke of riches and their whereabouts

Finding in Isaac the need to place

A hidden Templar necklace

Lest the month run out

For now stormed the vainglorious

In her palace of mass delights

Her power dawned victorious

Victoria the key, her mind unfastened

By flights of morbid fancy

Psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong

Sweet seductions, peaked eruptions

Spiking through impatient song

Cold cloisters kept the dead apart

At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart

The gate to Hell was forced apart

At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart

The Persecution

Song

At the very start

There were whispers in the dark

And for all the world to see

There was witchcraft at its heart

And on the autumn air

The scent of bonfires everywhere

And a fell wind stirred the leaves...

The persecution song

Telltale signs of possession

Little Miss Demeanour in the demons bed

Gasps she just could not suppress

After lights-out midst the dead

And a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness

Time was running faster for disaster

Strange nights were burning

In the furnace of her dreams

A name was uttered, Lilith

Mistress, playmate, master

Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy

And in the thick of all

In the Black Goddess's thrall

With the wood unseen for trees

Victoria stood tall

Promiscuous in step

The Devil breathing down her neck

As jealous zealots stitched apiece...

The persecution song

Telltale signs of possession

Fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared

To her Sisters of the cloth

She now reeked of Astaroth

Again the curse had surfaced

Sneaking back the pagan years

Weaving webs of great revealing

Hidden in the convent

An evil libido abided, undone

Breathing, deceiving

Feasting on her deviant feelings

She'd clung to her crucifix

Once her torturers begun

Her screams came quick

The miserichord

Den to vice and screw

That had reddened many tongues

Wrung symphonies

Of suffering from her

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Many moons hardened pure hearts

Those plagued by her black arts

Their rooms secreting phantom orgies

Vile rites and rifled graves

Mere hours, now towered

Above this bent and beaten flower

Her naked body privy to

The Abbess and her ways

Victoria fought

No guilt was wrought

Just a torrid retort of blasphemies

Nails and crosses vomited forth

From this pretty little whore now arched like Hell

Arched like Hell

At the very start

There were whispers in the dark

And for all the world to see

There was witchcraft at its heart

But then the end grew nigh

A dirge inferno filled the sky

In its customary key...

The persecution song

Telltale signs of obsession

No wailing banshee would dishonour their name

Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak

Storm-clouds threatened holy smoke

They hanged her there like Judas

With the Hellcat in her reined

Time was running faster for disaster

Exorcism, torture, gallows

Now a shallow grave

A name was stuttered, Isaac

Tongue-tied, simple, bastard

They made him dig the pit

Mindless of what it claimed

Deceiving Eyes

On the night all mirrors fell silent

And the clocks struck accord with the rain

A storm swept in with such violence

The dead rose to complain

The stars were ill-crossed as the weather

Lost in its bitumen cloak

The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour

Falling like tears through the thickening smoke

Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder

A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder

Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder

Martin 'Marthus' Skaroupka

Whiplash and Concussion

She stirs from dreams barely three feet under

"Victoria, I come to claim my prize

Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething

skies

For though you greased the palm of Satan

With those moonlit silver thighs

I knew the beast took second place

When I looked into your eyes

Your deceiving eyes

Filled with lies

And missed good byes

And serpents hissing revelations

Your deceiving eyes

They tell enough

Of how I fell in love

With the goddess creeping deep inside you"

And with the tumult up above him roaring

Isaac sought her shallow grave

As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring

rain

He struck the hallowed earth again

Having torn at the soil like a man insane

He threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos

And from that pit of shame

He bore the coffin from her sorry lot

Neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot

Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked

To splinter her sarcophagus

And gaze upon her face

Victoria...

"Victoria, I come to claim my prize

Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething

skies

For though you greased the palm of Satan

With those moonlit silver thighs

Making mockery of rosaries

His needs will never rival mine

I recall a summer's day

The sunlight bathed your penitential scars

As I sat and washed the blood away

Now your body stays

And the coldness of your lips

Eclipse

Like the first true kiss of winter"

Pining for the dead

On the stone floor spread

She was shining through her winding shroud

A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had

A gift for the pretty young nun

A necklace wrought of twining snakes

Two gold illicit tongues

He laid it at her throat

Where the rope had wrung

He was burning from the furnace

Of his roused desire

He wrested with temptation

To be or unfulfilled

She was undressed for ovation

Her sumptuous form, the storm revealed

And with his driven lust exploding

Her lashes brushed his cheeks

They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding

Purring, licking wicked teeth

"Victoria, I come to claim my prize

Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething

skies

For though you greased the palm of Satan

With those moonlit silver thighs

You have left him just for me

I see it in deceiving eyes

Those deceiving eyes

Filled with lies

And missed good byes

And serpents hissing revelations

Those deceiving eyes

They tell enough

Of how I fell in love

With the goddess re-arisen in you"

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Lilith Immaculate

Church bells resounded like judgement day

As they were making love

In the rainswept graveyard

She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame

A monsoon Tigress set upon prey

Fall for the love of me

Crawl for the love of me

Drool for the love of my virulent sway

I grow more master the faster the days

Lilith Immaculate

This delectable reaper

Her eyes were profound

Drawing him in deeper

Until he was drowned

Hurled on the shore

Of the world underground...

Lilith Immaculate

Mortal kind, a morbid wine

For this dark moon goddess

And freed to stretch her claws

This beautiful whore

Would be brutally honest

Tortuous one, taboos undone

A glittering star on a sea of myriad waves

And a thickening mist, a seductress

Leading lovesick hearts astray

Lilith

In the throes of orgasm, she bucked and he broke

At the height of the storm, the chaos they'd smote

Burning behind her in arabesque smoke

Framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his

throat

Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes

Possessed a regal bearing

Of omnipotent power

From wet lips to her smouldering thighs

Her beauty perfected and her will agonised

Fall for the love of me

Crawl for the love of me

Drool for the love of my virulent sway

I grow more the master the faster the days

Lilith Immaculate

With dread single purpose

Her mind told him stay

James McIlroy

Guitarlot On A Pedestal (Exhibit B)

She strode through the fire

Desire aflame

She murdered the nuns

In such horrible ways...

Lilith Immaculate

"That night we lay entwined on hay

Inside a soldier's barn

Her panting breath an opiate

As in her bolder grasp

I caught the scent of desert sands

The Holy lands, the fall of reason

But only when I smelt the blood

Did I fear her colder hand"

"I am darkness, I am sin

The Queen of lust invited in

Reborn at last to cast my

Fecund shadow on this world

You shall worship me, enslaved

For many lovers shall I crave

And in return, i'll gladly pave

Your psycho path with pearls

For I have been grating

And waiting so long to find

The most perfect hostess close to me

Whose thin-ice troubled mind

Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror

To slip right through in time

When at last I wore Harmonia's necklace

The cursed twin serpents mine"

Tortuous one, debauchery won

The attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars

For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss

The advance of her throne from afar

This English rose with traits of those

Who graced the harems of the East

Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns

And scarlet hems to wasted priests

Fall for the love of me

Crawl for the love of me

Drool for the love of my virulent sway

I grow more master the faster the days

Lilith Immaculate

This delectable reaper

Her eyes were profound

They drew him in deeper

Until he was drowned

Hurled on the shore

Of the world underground...

Lilith Immaculate

Fall for the love of me

Crawl for the love of me

Drool for the love of my virulent sway

I grow more master the faster the days

Lilith Immaculate

The flutes and sweet wine

Of her voice anodyne

Her power was growing

Every hour malign

The truth, Lilith's kingdom

Drew closer with time

The Spawn Of

Love And War

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 the 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

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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 awoken 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 and 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 words

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 arches, 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

Ashley Ellyllon

Tinkle, Tinkle Little Scars

In Europe's hair

Her spies were everywhere

A sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair

Her greater plan

All chaos and the fall 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

Harlot On A Pedestal

Where does the madness end?

How far down do the rungs expire

In smoke and burning heat?

In depravity and sin?

In her shocking retinue

I saw the worst

Desire run amok amongst you

And in her boudoir too

The endless nights embedded

In her beautiful cocoon

Turning black and blue and jaded

Kneeling at her feet

My heart atrophied at her ravishing form

The ultimate test

Her cult obsessed

With this body of the Goddess reborn

When she first laid me to rest

I saw such sights of wickedness

From this harlot on a pedestal

This Scarlet Woman scorned

I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame

The tribes of the moon, their lustre improved

A morbid aversion to the limpid domain

Of Eden and Adam her dark temper moved

I witnessed reverie then

Perverse resurgence, souls on fire

Blood and seed spilt for centuries

For this imperious bitch

In her shocking retinue

I saw the worst

Desire run amok amongst you

A gnawer of taboo

Dread appetites were threaded

Right throughout the mortal zoo

Her Immortality now hungered

I remember, in Thebes

Enthroned with cat-skinned girls

Her long dark hair braided with pearls

A red gown split revealed her thighs

As full lips rose to feline eyes

Egyptian black outlined each lid

It's clear who owned the pyramid

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Temptress Lilith

Her beauty stirred me more than words

Could ever paint, her bible hurt

Tempered Lilith

Hissing in the dark

Pissing on my heart

I was missing every part of Victoria

Victoria

I found them hypnotic, the years of display

Of court life and parties, political bite

Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees

Left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night

The scheme of the night

But I grew uneasy, she wanted the earth

For now she was spinning her sins

Breeding fell children and biding her worth

Before the new orders disorder begins

Feeding from the weak

Savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust

Evening-dressed

This young Countess

Led lovers astray under cover of dusk

When she took them to her breast

They passed last rites, deliciousness

Swept into their every pore

This matriarch of darkness bored

Harlot on a pedestal

The night orchestral

Harlot on a pedestal

Never vestal...

Forgive Me Father

(I Have Sinned)

Forgive me Father, I have sinned

Darkness put her painted claws in me again

Her vision drowns like service wine

Whispered kisses so divine

I was blessed but now i've come undone

Storm clouds roll out overhead

Above their master

End of all Flesh, End of all Days

Love predicts disaster

In her precious ways

I was burned, a sacerdotal soul

By the Demon Queen of my dreams

Infatuation turned to total control

Her rose was sweet

But her thorns were barbarous

"Love me

And worship me

I'll lavish you and ravish you

Fulfil all wishes and fetishes too

Many never want to see

Many never want to know

The truth behind their fantasies

Their deepest needs

Let alone be shown them"

Forgive me Father, I have sinned

Darkness put her painted claws in me again

Her vision drowns like service wine

Whispered kisses so divine

I was blessed but now i've come undone

Nothing left to do but run

Sodom rolls out modern death

On casters ever faster

End of all Flesh, End of all Days

The stars predict disaster

In her bastard ways

"Love me

And worship me

I'll nurture you and hurt you too

Fulfil all wishes for my sad Aladdin"

She comes to me

Like a sandstorm in an hourglass

A whirlwind of desire

I'm hypnotised

To think beyond the pale

Beyond heart-stopping eyes

And sopping thighs

I'm wont to fail

A wicked spell cast over me

Addicted to her utterly

Despite the horrors that gestate

Beneath the beautiful

"I'll grant you life beyond your ken

The envy of all other men

Whatever vice will make you spend

Eternity with me"

Satan's concubine

She makes her crime scenes shine from heaven

Forgive me Father, I have sinned

Darkness put her painted claws in me again

Her vision drowns like service wine

Whispered kisses so divine

I was blessed but now i've come undone

Beyond Eleventh Hour

All mirrors lead to my palace

My exotic pleasure temple

Wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable

Pure and obscene

For where pumps the true heart of life

There too seeps corruption

And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black

henbane, sphinxes,

opium and roses weaned on tears and blood

Will rise up like lust

And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend

Himself across the face of the world...

...And Hell will come with Him

Part of the garden, her dark Eden

Fed blood by poisoned fronds

My heart hardened in her wet season

Treading mud in her slough of despond

But only now

A path lies straight before me

The maze is ploughed half through with hate

And her crop is dripping red

Beyond eleventh hour

Her beauty and brute power

Grows stronger by the day

And with each rose that she deflowers

The longer her throes of madness stay

In her grip on shredded sheets

Once our fingertips had dug and clutched

She whispered dreadful things to me

She wanted war with God

The underdog baring sharpened teeth

With her armies raised from suffering

To ascend on jet black wings

She'd break off holy limbs

On the racks of her witch hunt

And crush the church beneath her heel

The Pope in homage to her cunt

A dark horse forcing nightmares

To wring submissives dry

A vampire madam batterfang

With vicious streaks a mile wide

Beyond eleventh hour

Her kiss has turned dismissive

Her glance holds slight contempt

Instead those eyes burn on the prize

Of fates she really likes to tempt

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In her grip on shredded sheets

Gasping from conquered peaks of passion

She whispered dreadful things to me

She wanted war with God

The underdog baring sharpened teeth

With her armies raised from suffering

To ascend on jet black wings

She'd tear down mighty spires

Then rear them up anew

Orders forged to her desires

The eleventh hour nearly through

Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists

That cause all souls to stray

How to resist those seductive gifts

On the shore of her unholy ways?

She calls my name so softly

From deep banks of scented fog

I almost lose myself before it starts

But my spirit keeps its silence

As I drift across the lake

A glimpse of harem secrets

Now her velvet curtain parts

Produced by Scott Atkins, Doug Cook and Dani Filth

Mixed by Scott Atkins

Engineered by Scott Atkins and Doug Cook

With roadside assistance by Rupert Matthews and Andy Sneap

Invoked, recorded and sexual-favoured for at - Monkey Puzzle House Studio,

Woolpit, Suffolk, England, as Spring melted into Summer 2010 E.H

Mastered at Backstage studios, Sneapy Hollow,

Derbyshire, England, August 2010 E.H

Orchestration duties shared by Mark Newby-Robson

The sweet, lustrous voice of the Goddess - Lucy Atkins

Haunted subtly by Dora Kemp

Frightening Conductor / Arranger - Ralph Woodward

The Full Score choir - Ruth McCabe, Tim Cutts, Craig Miller, Philippa Mann,

Dora Kemp, Anna Asbach-Cullen

Additional Guitar Soul - Andy James

All music smitten by Paul Allender, James McIlroy, Mark Newby-Robson,

Ashley Ellyllon, Dave Pybus and Martin Skaroupka

POEtry and amped Vampyric Lyrics by Dani Filth

Published by Cradle Of Filth Music Ltd

Artily, Artily, Venus Perverser... Scenes of raw debauch by Natalie Shau

Models - Stella Mouzi, Natalie Shau and various untagged corpses

Additional artwork & booklet Layout by Matt Vickerstaff

www.darkwaveart.co.uk

She is glaring like the moon

The wind dies down, eavesdropping

As I bow before her throne

And she descends to greet me

Like the royal bitch to which she's grown

"Come closer, what have you to say?

Black cat got your tongue?"

"I am not your slave

Nor are you my saviour"

"But Isaac, I'm the only one..."

I hold those cold deceiving eyes

Her once hypnotic gaze

And pledge eternal love, then walk away

Thunder seethes behind me

Death adjusts her favourite mask

Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness

Clasped in the garden, here you heard

This story blustered through

I asked her pardon, swore my word

I'd score her sweetmeats just like you

jei

For only now

The truth lies prone before me

I couldn't leave her even if she stormed

The heavens as were promised

Beyond eleventh hour

Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists

Will come for you this eve

Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst

Before those fatal kisses bleed

Beyond eleventh hour

She will make of you a plaything

Scant amusement for her bed

And when naked flesh forgets to sing

She'll take your fucking soul instead

Midnight strikes, the candles sputter

Muttering their reeking spells

I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter

These words I speak are gates to Hell

Tyrannagement - Fay Woolven at In Phase Management Ltd

Maelstrom-to-come Booking Agents - Michael Arfin & Justin Hirschman at AGI

(US), Paul Bolton at X-Ray

Touring (Rest of World)

Legal charge d'affaires - Tim Northrop, NMD Solicitors UK

Heavy duty weapons of choice-

Sennheiser mics, PRS Guitars, Engl Amps, Rotosound Strings, Jim Dunlop

Plectrums, ESP Guitar and Basses, Ampeg Amps, Pearl Drums, Sabian Cymbals,

Vic Firth Sticks, Remo Drumheads, Ibanez Guitars, Peavey Amplification,

Orange Cabinets, Bodenhamer Electronics, Roland Keyboards and Taser C2

handheld stun guns.

Peace Through Superior Firepower.

Thank-lists, merchandise, news, invasion plans, mucky pictures

and other material deemed morally offensive

by the general herd, can be found online at

www.cradleoffilth.com

Cradle Of Filth play hardcore drinking games with Satan exclusively.

This album is deadicated to the memory of our very good friend,

The Green Man, Peter T. Ratajczyk Steele, 1962-2010

You will be sorely missed.

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Venus Diversa

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Beast Of Extermination

"Kill a man and you are a murderer.

Kill millions of men and you are a conqueror.

Kill everyone and you are a God."

-Jean Rostard (1955)

Born of the best of enemies

Beyond the pearly castellations

Wherein heaven has no embassy

And hope no surly grip on reason

Yahweh; frankincense

Satan; gold and murder

He is sly, bejewelled with sylph

Slick limbs spread wide to guide you through the filth

And rust

Crawl to him fuelled by lust

He's the horned one in the pentagram

A waste of chaos by the gram

Dark eyes for trouble, double damned

Despair

The storm upon lake Lacrymose

Restless, never comatose

The thorn upon the single rose

We share...

Germination

His a renegade a capella now obeyed

A shitstorm without warning

The pleasuit King In Yellow on parade

Son of the thund'rous morning

Yahweh; frankincense

Satan; gold and murder

He is high, inured with vice

The tower-creeper on our edelweiss

Career

A foreign power cut of utter fear

Taught curiosity, he's atrocity, banned

The taste of chaos by the dram

A tortured course like slaughtered lamb

Best rare

The curse that haunts this thirsting tomb

Disturbed, becomes the worst of doom

Rehearsing all his worth for soon

He's there...

Extermination

He is hatred, greed and war

He is everything we ought abhor

Were it not for the fateful truth

Be sure

We suffer him all the more

And lo! his tyrant's eye

Is fixed upon our rich and vibrant sky

Now hear the wind

Herald desolation

As on that eve when angels clad

In nothing but their whispered virtues

Slipped into the valley

Of the dirty serpentine

He's the horned one in the pentagram

A waste of chaos by the gram

Dark eyes for trouble, double damned

Despair

The storm upon lake Lacrymose

Restless, never comatose

The thorn upon the single rose

We share...

Desperation

Disdainful, he self-deprecates

The mirror's jagged stare

And it's painful how we subjugate

The grinning face reflected in there

Yahweh; frankincense

Satan; gold and murder

Truth and Agony

Mother's milk has soured

My life's a bolted door

And from it runs a trail of vagrant gore

My wounds are open flowers

Fragrant gifts for my encore

Bouquets of praise for bleeding, towered

On the sacrificial floor

I summoned and you came

To the peel of twisted bells

To the gelid whisper of my name

I blanched, erotic danger

Had me whirling like a star

To the dark advance of strangers

And then I heard you laugh

A throat of broken glass

Leather stitched to weeping skin

A coat of death and suppuration

Be my truth and agony

An architect for my total destruction

My erector, my dissector

My flesh will be wet for your best seduction

Be my truth and agony

Inventive and deranged

Loves proof is in, its plain to see

The fluids we've exchanged

Part of these soul killers

The Gestapohood of scars

Carved an ornate invitation on my heart

The scent of French vanilla

With the stench of abattoirs

Past tense of present playthings

On those stained red lips ajar

I summoned and you came

From the churning guts of Hell

With your Christmas hiss of chains

Down the endless centuries

Your torture bed of lust

A shrine for us to redesign

And sign in blood and rust

Be my truth and agony

An architect for my total destruction

My erector, my dissector

My flesh caressed by your best corruption

Be my truth and agony

Inventive and deranged

Loves proof is in, its meant to be

My cells are rearranged

I suffered and you came

To the splintering of bones

Winning pinnacles for my pain

Raped and racked and mutilated

Raised from dregs again

Autopsy-turvy, back elated

In brazen arms that sacked my veins

Skinnatra, take me to the stars

Thrust me through to paradise

Endorphins breaking fast

Creature from the black abyss

Teacher, sadomasochist

Your tortured soul has led me

To this altered state of bliss

Mistress From

The Sucking Pit

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Oh dear God

It is midnight in the labyrinth

The night is set to taint the painted halls

Moonlight is our cue

The candelabra flicker at your passing gall

I swear they're dancing just for you

The dead leaves rustle on the manor lawns

As a light breeze whispers through

The call of wolves, the owls lament

Our screams shall soon soar skyward too

Mistress from the sucking pit

All the world crawls lovesick at her feet

The stars are passing observations

Her voice is music, her legs go on

She's got full orchestration

And been known to use it

But trepidation is a far slicker song

Amongst dull suitors

She's bright and razor sharp

A tree of woe uprooter

A viper still at heart

She's alkaline and far acidic

As sweet as clementines

This mistress from the sucking pit

All the world crawls lovesick at her feet

The stars are passing observations

Her voice is music, her legs go on

She's got full orchestration

And been known to use it

But trepidation is a far slicker song

Mistress from the sucking pit

Embossed by her postulant gaze

Like Medusa on a plinth

I am lost in her embrace

Oh dear God

It is midnight in the labyrinth

A peacock fan of sinful eyes

Swim wide across the room

This night, espied, your thin disguise

Does wonders for the sundered gloom

For all lit up the shades retreat

To dark Italian pews

And corners where great vases stand

Abrim with thoughts of naked dais with you

Mistress from the sucking pit

All the world crawls lovesick at her feet

The stars are passing observations

Her needs are dire, her rites are wrong

She burns with exultation

Like a fiery vampire

For desperation is a far slicker song

Amongst dull suitors

She's bright and razor sharp

A tree of woe uprooter

A viper still at heart

She's alkaline and far acidic

Fluidic, serpentine

This mistress from the sucking pit

The waiters pass in gilded frames

With glasses sparkling too

The ball tonight grows magical

Like the finest Venice threw

And at it's heart a mythic queen

Her skin of purest hue

Whose beauty is unquestionable

But whose duties are askew

For beneath the airs and divine graces

A slim tornado whirls

On the precipice of her poisonous kiss

The devil dwells deep inside this girl

Embossed by her postulant gaze

Like Medusa on a plinth

I am lost in her embrace

Oh dear god

It is midnight in the labyrinth

Mistress from the sucking pit

The wine has sat and breathed it's last

In blood red ruby where

I find you by the roaring hearth

A blaze of golden hair

Cascading down an angel's face

To pool about the breasts

That many minds have wondered on

But only I caress

And then i'm yours, the velvet crown

Of Venus in my hands

Fists grip hard the eiderdown

Desire firebrands

Every mountain, every route

My wanton tongue must take

To taste that once forbidden fruit

Before your bloodlust starts to...

Behind The

Jagged Mountains

I have come from the freezing seas

From the warmth of foreign coals

Through the dismal fog of insecurities

To a cloud-enshrouded noble goal

The world has cast me from its laughter

Thrown to the wolves, to the dread thereafter

So now I forge a journey fraught

Through these bitter wastes of snow

Over ice and gorge to an Eden sought

Far from the human races afterglow

This sightless climb is treacherous to weather

As the cold bites deep, old heartstrings sever

Behind the jagged mountains

Beyond the frozen North

At the back of Boreas, the zealous wind

There crest celestial fountains

Crystal waters soaring forth

In the realm of our sacred Angelus kin

Neither muse nor music flees

This garden of delights

Everywhere the soothing hands of nature please

In this state of pure Euphoria

Paradise lies at the heart of darkness

And one must pay for this deep catharsis

Now the storm-clouds retch

A vision fleets before my eyes

Wherein minarets and spires touch

Phantasmagoric skies

And meadows stretch to woodlands

Of sweet nymph and fireflies

Death is in the breeze

And his breath will paralyse

My mind is in the clutch

Of something too long fantasised

Behind the jagged mountains

Beyond the frozen peaks

At the back of Boreas, the zealous wind

The Gods of love are counting

Down the nights until we meet

In the realm of our sacred Angelus kin

Now the mirage blears

And the howling gusts renew their fury

The gleam of moonlit towers

Fades to utter fear

The mountains rear in anger

At the righteousness i lack

And in their monstrous grasp I know

-Dear God-

They will never let me back...

Free of enemies, no death, disease

The doves of peace, in flight

Carouse upon the ever-Summer breeze

In this land of Hyperborea

Behind the jagged mountains

Beyond their icy stares

At the back of Boreas, the zealous wind

My soul is now surmounting

Past the grasp of last despairs

To the realm of our sacred Angelus kin

Behind the jagged mountains

Beyond the frozen North

h

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