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 god s holy law and tonight i come for you midnight strikes the candles sputter muttering their recking spells i snuff their tongues my heart a flutter these words i speak are gates to hell these words i speak are gates to hell casus belli in hoc signo vinces veritas vos liberabit casus belli in hoc signo vinces in aeternum amen casus belli in hoc signo vinces veritas vos liberabit casus belli in hoc signo vinces in aeternum amen the scent of death is rent in this ornamental verse in 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 recking 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 it s no caressed by misadventure templars 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 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 stars they bought 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 bur whit a kings ransom of easter jewels the embodiment of beast and lust many moons improved the boon of immutable beautiful darkness ever afters then one eve when the ancient trees outside drew back unnerved the pleas form those impatient teased something from the black beyond of nowhere a stunning woman summoned comming scimitar curved statuesque but living flesh draping nakedness about their pagan saviours she came lilith a perfect myth the scarlet whore skinned in magnificence in her defense she only slew a few of them born of a sacrifice a virgin s price for the merging with a goddess she prowled the world again enslaving man with the surging of her bodice midnight strikes the candles sputter muttering their recking 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 aeternum amen casus belli in hoc signo vinces veritas vos liberabit casus belli in hoc signo vinces in aeternum amen