My thoughts of you
shall remain amid the shadow.
Lilith, a beautiful name,
a writing half faded.
Your eyes are deep as ebony,
blue is your body.
Whose hands have nailed you down
in the middle of the abyss!
We live mundane, short lives
Who'll be the one to break our spell;
We live silent inside our houses.
Who'll be the one to win against fear;
Playing with magic filters,
witch of the abyss.
You stay away from the warm
fire of Heaven.
They threw you in the dark,
but you are dancing naked.
You dare to give an outrageous birth,
planting schisms.
We live mundane, short lives
Who'll be the one to break our spell;
We live silent inside our houses.
Who'll be the one to win against fear;
My flower, primrose, dark feathered nightingale.
You're flapping your pain
into the gloomy field.
And I feel thrills,
the winged sign.
I do not indentify it.
Lilith, thick darkness.
We live mundane, short lives
Who'll be the one to break our spell;
We live silent inside our houses.
Who'll be the one to win against fear;