The Nun With The Astral Habit Lyrics - Darkly Darkly Venus Aversa - Cradle Of Filth

The world was her cloister, the abbess Duboir 

In the convent at All Hallows fair 

A pearl in an oyster she shone like a star 

Augmenting her sisterhoods prayers 

Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts 

her choirs inspired the search 

For the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts 

And the best of the Catholic Church 

But if one thing 

One precious little thing 

Would darken this facade 

There would be such consequences 

Like the night Sister Victoria 

Stepped in from the freezing cold 

No candles would light at Evening Mass 

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The days passed by without a sigh 

But dusk came thick with dread 

Intangible, the air was full 

Of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed 

In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims 

Enjoyed the new girl's pain 

Proof to the rest tat the briars of sin 

Entangled all the world in Satan's name 

Victoria Varco, once heiress 

To a proud noble estate 

Fell pregnant by her recklessness 

Who then fell foul to a violent fate 

Such was here cime in expedient times 

And the shame of besmirching her name 

Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls 

For a life in obedient chains 

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But not one thing 

One precious little thing 

Would darken this facade 

Like the night Sister Victoria 

Woke screaming in her room 

She spent a week spiralling from heaven 

And as the seasons wheezed and pained 

Her dream grew more perverse 

For no good reasons she would to find 

An alluring woman naked save for jewels and verse 

When here eyelids close, on a moonlit shore 

This intoxicating beauty would appear 

The sweetest symphony composed 

Those abating lips rose 

Tho whisper dirty secrets in her ear 

Clandestine secrets 

A dream within a dream 

She finds herself this nymph 

Abreast a desert dune 

And below the crescent moon 

Atop a darksome stranger 

Ah, the spurting of his seed inside here 

Triggers paradise 

She rides the beast until the heavens trembled 

Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood 

That drips upon the sand 

And almost out of hand 

Coarse plots assemble 

For somewhere in the convent walls 

A templar treasure rests 

Forgotten to the vestibules 

Like pleasures of the flesh 

So, in return for nightly runs 

Past tongues and wisdom's hiss 

She promised to assist the hunt 

for an ancient golden chain amiss