Lilith - Sons Of Seasons

From the gates of Paradise

To the virgin world below

She was cast away for what she has done

Bereft of her home

You got to believe her

There was only one choice for her

She longed to stay, to resist the beast

(But) Creator’s scorn was lashing out at her

She is the mistress of her destiny

At night she hunts their souls

Victim of the holy trinity

A fall from grace

Hora mortis nostrae

Her illusions sacrificed

To Heaven’s hierarchy

Her wounds healed quick

Loved by Samael at night

His spirit’s lust did guarantee

A fallen angel’s destiny

In the garden of Eden

Submission is no path for her

She wanted to stay, resist the beast

But Creator’s scorn was lashing out at her

She is the mistress of her destiny

At night she hunts their souls

Victim of the holy trinity

A fall from grace

Hora mortis nostrae

Her illusions sacrificed

To Heaven’s hierarchy

Lord, I guess I must concede

That pride’s my coven’s creed

So my past dies

So my horns rise

She is the mistress of her destiny

At night she hunts their souls

Victim of the holy trinity

A fall from grace

Hora mortis nostrae

Her illusions sacrificed

To Heaven’s hierarchy