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The Lillith Configuration
Horizons wither under her gaze
Setting lonely hearts ablaze
Only for men to feel heartbroken
During nightly throes of torment
In dreams she weaves until moans are spent
Churning in burning pentagrams
But all those that look upon her be damned
To a lifeless leech wailing their laments
She comes to them
In nightmare passing
A beauty that balms
With caress and psalms
Offering forbidden fruits
And tainted pleasures
All for one little price
It’s your soul she treasures
Joys of the box
Riddled but open
The brushes they paint
When the beauty taints
What’s the price of damnation
How the princess comes
In bondage and razors
Slave to Leviathan
Crucified
At the rusted gates
Of Midian’s cries
Lamenting
Wishing for death now
To take me again
Purified
Baptized in fire
Without Jesus lies
Undisturbed
Without a return
Such a lost profit
“What splendors can you show me
That I have not invented myself
The joys of the flesh renowned in blood
Leave libertines begging in hell
The Lament Configuration
And staged crucifixions
Are the only joys left for me
In this existence I call a life.”
Damnified
By the holy light
As the raven flies
Modified
By the whips and chains
On piles of the slain
Patricide
Of the holy host
Defying the lies
Sacrifice
Your own first born child
To the mouth of hell
Sweets in the dark
When shadows close in
Lovers left lonely
With her are joining
The wicked Aphrodite
Coming with disdain
In the name of Satan
As the dead bodies sway
Children learn her name
Nightly woven tales
Preach of her horrors
And painful splendors
She is the Lillith mistress
Flutters my dead heart
There are no lords above
That can tear us apart
“Hush, hush,
My little sweets
Mother is here
To keep harm at bay
For I hold you
In tight embrace
For only me.”
Setting lonely hearts ablaze
Only for men to feel heartbroken
During nightly throes of torment
In dreams she weaves until moans are spent
Churning in burning pentagrams
But all those that look upon her be damned
To a lifeless leech wailing their laments
She comes to them
In nightmare passing
A beauty that balms
With caress and psalms
Offering forbidden fruits
And tainted pleasures
All for one little price
It’s your soul she treasures
Joys of the box
Riddled but open
The brushes they paint
When the beauty taints
What’s the price of damnation
How the princess comes
In bondage and razors
Slave to Leviathan
Crucified
At the rusted gates
Of Midian’s cries
Lamenting
Wishing for death now
To take me again
Purified
Baptized in fire
Without Jesus lies
Undisturbed
Without a return
Such a lost profit
“What splendors can you show me
That I have not invented myself
The joys of the flesh renowned in blood
Leave libertines begging in hell
The Lament Configuration
And staged crucifixions
Are the only joys left for me
In this existence I call a life.”
Damnified
By the holy light
As the raven flies
Modified
By the whips and chains
On piles of the slain
Patricide
Of the holy host
Defying the lies
Sacrifice
Your own first born child
To the mouth of hell
Sweets in the dark
When shadows close in
Lovers left lonely
With her are joining
The wicked Aphrodite
Coming with disdain
In the name of Satan
As the dead bodies sway
Children learn her name
Nightly woven tales
Preach of her horrors
And painful splendors
She is the Lillith mistress
Flutters my dead heart
There are no lords above
That can tear us apart
“Hush, hush,
My little sweets
Mother is here
To keep harm at bay
For I hold you
In tight embrace
For only me.”
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