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


[Part IV: zillah and the crone]

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'