My wrathful cries of anguish Filled that dismal night I tore at my flesh and drank my crimson tears
When I glanced up Appearing in a myriad of stars The illustrious archangel Gabriel shimmered Like the moon in my eyes Bringing mercy even to the damned
But why? Why?
He spoke of a path The path of Golconda From which my children could once again Inhabit the light
Without another word, he disappeared And I conceived I had awakened at last
Then the bright-eyed demoness Taught me how to hide from the eyes Of those who dare to hunt us How to command obedience And demand respect
Soon I found myself attaining (yet) greater powers I could alter forms, control all beasts and perceive Beyond sight
Eventually I had to abandon Lilith And flee from the barren lands of Nod Set out to procreate my progeny Caine\'s children shall inherit the night
[Part IV: zillah and the crone]
Of all my children, none so beloved My sweet Zillah, none so desired Her tender skin, her blood so saccharine I was mesmerized by her enchanting eyes
But she would turn from me, she had no love to me Nothing I\'d provide could keep her satisfied So I took to roam the wilderness alone Amid the whispering trees, a wrinkled crone I did see
Crone: \'My spell can make thee win her heart Drink of my blood then we\'ll start\'
Caine: \'Her (foul) blood I drank for many nights And Zillah indeed became my wife\'