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The Persecution Song (Elder Version)

At the very start

There were whispers in the dark

And for all the world to see

There was witchcraft at its heartAnd on the autumn air

The scent of bonfires everywhere

And a fell wind stirred the leaves

The persecution songTelltale signs of possession

Little Miss Demeanor 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 wickednessTime 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 ecstasyAnd in the thick of all

In the Black Goddess's thrall

With the wood unseen for trees

Victoria stood tallPromiscuous in step

The Devil breathing down her neck

As jealous zealots stitched apiece

The persecution songTelltale 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 yearsWeaving webs of great revealing

Hidden in the convent

An evil libido abided, undoneBreathing, deceiving

Feasting on her deviant feelings

She'd clung to her crucifix

Once her torture has begunHer screams came quick, the misery chord

Den to vice and screw

That had reddened many tongues

Wrung symphonies of suffering from herMany moons hardened pure hearts

Those plagued by her black arts

Their rooms secreting phantom orgies

Vile rites and rifled gravesMere hours, now towered

Above this bent and beaten flower

Her naked body privy to

The abbess and her waysVictoria 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 hellAt the very start

There were whispers in the dark

And for all the world to see

There was witchcraft at its heartBut then the end grew nigh

A dirge inferno filled the sky

In its customary key

The persecution songTelltale signs of obsession

No wailing banshee

Would dishonor their nameNuns dragged her to the blasted oak

Storm-clouds threatened holy smoke

They hanged her there like Judas

With the hellcat in her reinedTime was running faster for disaster

Exorcism, torture, gallows

Now a shallow graveA name was stuttered, Isaac

Tongue-tied, simple, bastard

They made him dig the pit

Mindless of what it claimed

Mindless of what it claimed

Songwriters

ALLENDER, PAUL JAMES / DAVEY, DANIEL LLOYD / MCILROY, JAMES SIMON / NEWBY-ROBSON, MARK / SKAROUPKA, MARTINPublished by

Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing

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