[00:20.37]At the very start
[00:22.26]There were whispers in the dark
[00:24.78]And for all the world to see
[00:27.30]There was witchcraft at its heart
[00:30.16]And on the autumn air
[00:32.06]The scent of bonfires everywhere
[00:34.88]And a fell wind stirred the leaves...
[00:38.35]The persecution song
[00:40.59]
[00:41.82]Telltale signs of possession
[00:45.09]Little Miss Demeanour in the demons bed
[00:50.60]Gasps she just could not suppress
[00:53.18]After lights-out midst the dead
[00:56.03]And a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness
[01:00.59]
[01:02.01]Time was running faster for disaster
[01:07.31]Strange nights were burning
[01:09.02]In the furnace of her dreams
[01:12.47]A name was uttered, Lilith
[01:15.27]Mistress, Playmate, Master
[01:17.54]Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy !
[01:22.29]
[01:31.93]And in the thick of all
[01:34.29]In the Black Goddess's thrall
[01:36.77]With the wood unseen for trees
[01:39.72]Victoria stood tall
[01:42.38]Promiscuous in step
[01:44.23]The Devil breathing down her neck
[01:46.60]As jealous zealots stitched apiece...
[01:50.36]The persecution song
[01:52.53]
[01:53.91]Telltale signs of possession
[01:57.10]Fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared
[02:02.52]To her Sisters of the cloth
[02:05.16]She now reeked of Astaroth
[02:07.51]Again the curse had surfaced
[02:09.99]Sneaking back the pagan YEARS
[02:12.83]
[02:14.73]Weaving webs of great revealing
[02:18.41]Hidden in the convent
[02:20.43]An evil libido abided, undone
[02:23.53]Breathing, deceiving
[02:25.48]Feasting on her deviant feelings
[02:28.27]She'd clung to her crucifix
[02:30.20]Once her torturers begun
[02:33.20]
[02:43.46]Her screams came quick
[02:45.64]The miserichord
[02:46.68]Den to vice and screw
[02:48.40]That had reddened many tongues
[02:50.34]Wrung symphonies
[02:51.76]Of suffering from her
[02:53.44]
[03:08.25]AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !
[03:12.91]
[03:13.43]Many moons hardened pure hearts
[03:16.25]Those plagued by her black arts
[03:18.34]Their rooms secreting phantom orgies
[03:21.25]Vile rites and rifled graves
[03:23.19]
[03:23.74]Mere hours, now towered
[03:26.18]Above this bent and beaten flower
[03:28.90]Her naked body privy to
[03:32.08]The Abbess and her WAYS
[03:37.37]
[03:43.45]Victoria fought
[03:44.79]No guilt was wrought
[03:46.03]Just a torrid retort of blasphemies
[03:48.80]Nails and crosses vomited forth
[03:51.04]From this pretty little whore now arched like Hell
[03:56.68]
[03:58.41]Arched like Hell
[04:00.13]
[04:14.00]At the very start
[04:16.02]There were whispers in the dark
[04:18.48]And for all the world to see
[04:20.97]There was witchcraft at its heart
[04:23.87]But then the end grew nigh
[04:26.05]A dirge inferno filled the sky
[04:28.57]In its customary key...
[04:31.98]The persecution song
[04:34.26]
[04:35.51]Telltale signs of obsession
[04:38.74]No wailing banshee would dishonour their name
[04:44.24]Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak
[04:46.86]Storm-clouds threatened holy smoke
[04:49.07]They hanged her there like Judas
[04:51.62]With the Hellcat in her REINED
[04:53.82]
[04:54.42]Time was running faster for disaster
[04:59.41]Exorcism, torture, gallows
[05:02.08]Now a shallow GRAVE
[05:04.88]A name was stuttered, Isaac
[05:07.69]Tongue-tied, simple, bastard
[05:09.94]They made him dig the pit
[05:11.78]Mindless of what it claimed !
[05:14.66]
[05:18.23]Mindless of what it claimed
[05:22.90]

At the very start
There were whispers in the dark
And for all the world to see
There was witchcraft at its heart
And on the autumn air
The scent of bonfires everywhere
And a fell wind stirred the leaves...
The persecution song
Telltale signs of possession
Little Miss Demeanour in the demons bed
Gasps she just could not suppress
After lights-out midst the dead
And a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness
Time was running faster for disaster
Strange nights were burning
In the furnace of her dreams
A name was uttered, Lilith
Mistress, Playmate, Master
Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy !
And in the thick of all
In the Black Goddess's thrall
With the wood unseen for trees
Victoria stood tall
Promiscuous in step
The Devil breathing down her neck
As jealous zealots stitched apiece...
The persecution song
Telltale signs of possession
Fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared
To her Sisters of the cloth
She now reeked of Astaroth
Again the curse had surfaced
Sneaking back the pagan YEARS
Weaving webs of great revealing
Hidden in the convent
An evil libido abided, undone
Breathing, deceiving
Feasting on her deviant feelings
She'd clung to her crucifix
Once her torturers begun
Her screams came quick
The miserichord
Den to vice and screw
That had reddened many tongues
Wrung symphonies
Of suffering from her
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !
Many moons hardened pure hearts
Those plagued by her black arts
Their rooms secreting phantom orgies
Vile rites and rifled graves
Mere hours, now towered
Above this bent and beaten flower
Her naked body privy to
The Abbess and her WAYS
Victoria fought
No guilt was wrought
Just a torrid retort of blasphemies
Nails and crosses vomited forth
From this pretty little whore now arched like Hell
Arched like Hell
At the very start
There were whispers in the dark
And for all the world to see
There was witchcraft at its heart
But then the end grew nigh
A dirge inferno filled the sky
In its customary key...
The persecution song
Telltale signs of obsession
No wailing banshee would dishonour their name
Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak
Storm-clouds threatened holy smoke
They hanged her there like Judas
With the Hellcat in her REINED
Time was running faster for disaster
Exorcism, torture, gallows
Now a shallow GRAVE
A name was stuttered, Isaac
Tongue-tied, simple, bastard
They made him dig the pit
Mindless of what it claimed !
Mindless of what it claimed