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 throes of passions grip

Indulging latent fantasies

That ran forked tongues along the lip

Of fate's pudenda

The twisted snake's agenda

Now the world would bend

To her deadly legacy

Life's graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight

From the convent at All Hallows Fair

Without contemplating, we fled through the night

Too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care

The Goddess had spoken

And woken desire

It crackled in the air around us

A psychic force shimmering like fire

And on her breasts. that old necklace

The one I snuck from the fucked Abbess

Whose dirty little secret, other than me

Now shone with bold intensity

Vast the power it possessed

The darkness Brought to living flesh

This treasure was ancient, taken by force

From an elite caste of priests in Delphi

The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course

Then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep

That necklace traversed

Vile murders and miles worse

But what was a curse

To this perverse demoness?

Legend swore it was a gift of malice

For the maiden Harmonia

The illegitimate spawn of love arid war

Jealousy made it gleam for her

For with it clasped, her looking glass

Was ever beautiful and young

But disaster choked her royal caste

And every throat on which it hung

There madness, death and horror clung

Immortalised in mortal guise

She was a sight for blighted eyes

A plague to gladly plagiarise

And spread like red excited kisses

She was more than me

More than wards

Could fulfil in the parlance of the angels

She cast a spell on every cell

In my nobody

She gave me back my tongue

That she might run it on herself

She was Lilith. she was light

I was but a parasite

Beckoned to temptation

In her velvet overtones

Through frozen antics, dressed in white

She led me into paradise

Neath comets in ovation

Like the Queen of winter, throned...

Pleasures archetypal

Then much rarer agonies

I was a sworn disciple

Of her whims and dark decrees

In Europe's hair

Her spies were everywhere

A sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair

Her greater plan

All chaos and the all of man

For as she fed dark appetites

She bred her children there

The spawn of love and war

Presiding over Hellfire clubs

Arch-masons and Agharta

The spawn of love and war

She rode the beast. her legs apart

A blazing pyre starter

Life's playground elated, such dizzying sights

And sensations ignited her grin

As slaves celebrated her Satanic rites

We climbed up to heaven in sin

She came to me

As she will come to You

Intoxicating in her seduction

Her siren sway. devastating voodoo

Persistent, resistance is useless, fool

To this Goddess, in lust she's cruel

Beyond any measure, her pleasures will found

A perverted Eden on sacred ground

vast the power I caressed

The darkness brought to vivid flesh

And in it she now rules a cowered universe