Lyrics Lilith - Sons Of Seasons

Lilith

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