Let me ride the waves of euphoria, as you sing your blissful song.
Your chanting of the dead language, and your vocals making me vibrate with glee.
Let me lend my ear to thee, the one who call'eth herself Lilith.
She was a black haired women, with red lustful eyes.
Her voice made all the dreams ran wet, where they were desert dry.
Her smile could melt your eyes, if you looked at her too close with a keen eye.
Danced without a sigh, into the wind she moved ever more sly.
Like that of a fox, and as it weaved through the thorn bush.
In our decrepit soul let me hear you sing Lilith.
Make me feel human tonight, and let us dine on fine blood red wine.
Then in our morning wake, we say goodbye.
Like all the times, before.
I the demon, am not meant for the angel of God.
Your chanting of the dead language, and your vocals making me vibrate with glee.
Let me lend my ear to thee, the one who call'eth herself Lilith.
She was a black haired women, with red lustful eyes.
Her voice made all the dreams ran wet, where they were desert dry.
Her smile could melt your eyes, if you looked at her too close with a keen eye.
Danced without a sigh, into the wind she moved ever more sly.
Like that of a fox, and as it weaved through the thorn bush.
In our decrepit soul let me hear you sing Lilith.
Make me feel human tonight, and let us dine on fine blood red wine.
Then in our morning wake, we say goodbye.
Like all the times, before.
I the demon, am not meant for the angel of God.