| I am She
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| Lilith
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| Mistress of the dark
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| Of Sheba
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| First offender
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| And succour to demons
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| Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites
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| Lead all those too enslaved by the flesh
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| To trespass against God’s holy law
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| And tonight I come for you
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| Midnight strikes, the candles sputter
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| Muttering their recking spells
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| I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter
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| These words i speak are gates to Hell
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| Casus belli
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| In hoc signo vinces
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| Veritas vos liberabit
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| Casus belli
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| In hoc signo vinces
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| In aeternum, amen
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| The scent of death is rent
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| In this ornamental verse
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| In ventures down the centuries
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| Tormenting me with secrets so anathema
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| And now the fires grate
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| I must relate, to end this curse
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| I’ll break through spires to escape my fate
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| Am I too late or just perverse?
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| Midnight strikes, the candles sputter
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| Muttering their recking spells
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| I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter
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| These words i speak are gates to Hell
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| So the blight begins
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| Near the woodland of a frightened village
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| Where the rites of unimaginable sin
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| And the howling on the wind
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| Chills the blood for fear of spillage
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| Where nightfall used to be
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| Blessed with best tranquility
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| Its no caressed by misadventure
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| Templars from the crusades
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| Have birthed a church, more masquerade
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| In which they worship mass dementia
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| They came from dust and flame
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| By the Red Sea on dead shores
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| fleeing claims of blasphemy
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| And bestiality
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| Devils fed them back to us
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| Knights of holy wars, inviting hordes
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| Of grim infidelities
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| In the grip of cryptic lands
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| And desert sands
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| They found just cause
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| and midst their entourage
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| Under the stars
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| They Bought relics and parts
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| Of saints
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| And evil left to clerics charge
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| With Muslim plunder they built their sect
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| To the composite Baphomet
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| An androgynous sphinx, open, erect
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| Universal in its closet display
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| Spawn of Lilith and Samael
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| First offender and the snake
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| In thrall like pawns beneath its spell
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| The templars grew to astute surrender
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| Sabbatical, fanatical
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| They Adorned its monstrous bust
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| Whit a kings ransom of Easter jewels
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| The embodiment of beast and lust
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| Many moons the proved the boom
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| Of immutable and beautiful
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| Darkness ever-afters
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| Then one eve when the ancient trees
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| Outside, drew back, unnerved
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| The pleas from those impatient teased
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| Something from the black beyond of nowhere
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| A stunning woman, summoned
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| Comming scimitar-curved
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| Statuesque, but living flesh
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| Draping nakedness about their pagan saviours
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| She came Lilith, a perfect myth
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| The scarlet whore
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| Skinned in magnificence
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| In her defense
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| She only slew a few of them
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| Born of a sacrifice, a virgins price
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| For the merging with a Goddess
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| She prowled the world again
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| Enslaving men
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| With the surging of her bodice
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| Midnight strikes, the candles sputter
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| Muttering their recking spells
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| I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter
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| These words i speak are gates to Hell
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| Casus belli
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| In hoc signo vinces
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| Veritas vos liberabit
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| Casus belli
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| In hoc signo vinces
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| In aeternum, amen |