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One Foul Step From The Abyss




The Feast of Fools, 1308

As January slipped into the grip of winter

A leather leash tightened round the throat of fate


Amidst the flock, disease and dementia

Night was blighted more than ever before

With screams of lust and obscene adventure

And scenes of raw debauch


The darkness was aroused with every kiss

And all who fell under it's spell

Were one foul step from the abyss


One foul step from the abyss


Sacred village there in All Hallows Fair

Feared the templars and their Queen

For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare

When she steered their tempestuous


Fever-dreams


The beast was loose and beauty party

To the horrors of this sonorous whore

A seducer, Medusa

A frozen Hecate cloned


Stealing seed, here needs were like a cancer

Growing stronger with each whimpering dog

knelt before her, thirteen necromancers

Called from desert sands to this land of opportunity


The darkness was aroused with every kiss

And all who fell under its spell

Were one foul step from the abyss


One foul step from the abyss


love was drugged by a copious vendor

A train of servants for here decadent games

Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour

Vain Lilith spread her wings again


Stars, they gasped and comets in ovation

Lit the towers, their very presence declared

They watch with lust, despair and veneration

For the Goddess scatted naked there


The painted eye of the storm


Plagues of sin, played to win

All hearts and souls in thrall

to her embraced, her fatal whims

Desire meant to conquer all


Until that fateful day, 1308

With a force blessed by the Kings of Hate

Facing winter gray to disintegrate

Once noble halls


The villagers in a belligerent horde

Fraught daughters fanning flames

Rose like pillars for their militant Lord

Thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins


They assailed the fort beyond the woods

as the howling broke on the stroke of midnight

Many lost their sanity at what they fought


Amidst those walls, creed of dementia

Annihilated by sheer weight of the surge

Put to the sword, freed from their calenture

The great estate was given straight to the church


Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead

But that she drank the blood of many men

That dark night it was said