• Skies of golden song,
    Much do cry the mercy rain,
    That cannot mend the sins of tarnished love,
    Burning within the lies,

    Adam hold his Eve,
    Doomed healer, sings Lilitu,
    Shines down does raining light,
    This war of lustful few,

    Now is brought the eyes,
    Now comes true a demon's love,
    Inside does bleed the sin,
    That cannot learn from that which lies,

    Fly shall the petals white and red,
    Upon the fountain of lost youth,
    Sing shall Eve,
    And on lustered wings,
    Shall be brought a virtue she once knew,

    This war of lust.


    crying