The Nun With the Astral Habit Lyrics

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 prayersHer 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 ChurchBut if one thing
One precious little thing
Would darken this facade
There would be such consequencesLike the night Sister Victoria
Stepped in from the freezing cold
No candles would light at evening massThe days passed by without a sigh
But dusk came thick with dread
Intangible, the air was full of wanderlust
And approaching bloodshedIn truth, the abbess with her pious whims
Enjoyed the new girl's pain
Proof to the rest that the briers of sin

Entangled all the world in Satan's nameVictoria Varco, once heiress
To a proud noble estate
Fell pregnant by her recklessness
Who then fell foul to a violent fateSuch was here clime 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 chainsBut not one thing
One precious little thing
Would darken this facadeLike the night Sister Victoria
Woke screaming in her room
She spent a week spiraling from heavenAnd as the seasons wheezed and pained
Her dreams grew more perverse
For no good reasons she would to find
An alluring woman naked, save for jewels and verseWhen 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 earClandestine secretsA dream within a dream
She finds herself this nymph
Abreast a desert dune
And below the crescent moon
Atop a dark-some strangerAh, the spurting of his seed inside
The triggers paradise
She rides the beast
Until the heavens trembledForcing eclipse
Her lover licks her blood
That drips upon the sand
And almost out of hand
Coarse plots assembleFor somewhere in the convent walls
A Templar treasure rests
Forgotten to the vestibules
Like pleasures of the fleshSo, in return for nightly runs
Past tongues and wisdom's hiss
She promised to assist the hunt
For an ancient golden chain amiss