Lilitu - The Crescent

When our virtues fall

At night we hear the silent call

Of Soul Destroyer

My mouth is made of silence

Yet I speak with Her tongue

These words of destruction

This song of perdition

The words of destruction

This song of perdition

To you it’s a gateway

Into my world

My sight black, luminescent

Immersion, the dark current

When our virtues fall

At night we hear the silent call

Of Soul Destroyer

The highest of the holiest

She is the most feared

The pulse of the red tide

This madness of nightside

The pulse of the red tide

This madness of nightside

Tonight she is here

She is drawing near

Summon Her, no names

She follows, no names

And when misanthropy fit shall fall

Sudden from the heart like a weeping fire

That decries the droop-headed followers all

And roars liberty in these times so dire

Then glut thy anger let it interpose

As a sword to sever slave from the soul

Or as a wall between you and those

Human sewers making world a hellhole

When our virtues fall

At night we hear the silent call

Of Soul Destroyer