My wrathful cries of anguish
Filled that dismal night
I tore at my flesh and drank my crimson tears
When i glanced up
Appearing in a myriad of stars
The illustrious archangel gabriel shimmered
Like the moon in my eyes
Bringing mercy even to the damned
But why? why?
He spoke of a path
The path of golconda
From which my children could once again
Inhabit the light
Without another word, he disappeared
And i conceived
I had awakened at last
Then the bright-eyed demoness
Taught me how to hide from the eyes
Of those who dare to hunt us
How to command obedience
And demand respect
Soon i found myself attaining (yet) greater powers
I could alter forms, control all beasts and perceive
Beyond sight
Eventually i had to abandon lilith
And flee from the barren lands of nod
Set out to procreate my progeny
Caine's children shall inherit the night
Of all my children, none so beloved
My sweet zillah, none so desired
Her tender skin, her blood so saccharine
I was mesmerized by her enchanting eyes
But she would turn from me, she had no love to me
Nothing i'd provide could keep her satisfied
So i took to roam the wilderness alone
Amid the whispering trees, a wrinkled crone i did see
Crone: 'my spell can make thee win her heart
Drink of my blood then we'll start'
Caine: 'her (foul) blood i drank for many nights
And zillah indeed became my wife'
Crone: 'the elixir hast bound thee
My serving thrall thou always be'
Caine: 'but after a year (and a day) her grasp (on me) had gone
With a stake through the heart, i left her to the dawn'