The Spawn of Love and War (Elder Version)

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.