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