In The Warmth Of Lilith
Lâmina (rock)
Two spawns of the same kind
Both our flesh from the ground bloomed
Clairvoyant, you leave me blind
Pits of Hell, warmth of your womb
Snake of lust hangs from the tree
Sent you away but now you’re back home
Taste your bitter mouth, sigh a plea
Queen of Darkness, come take my soul