In her mystical ways of construction
She weaved a shell of infection
Lilith, of night!
Comforting a morsel of life with the deepest intent for decay
Seducing, enticing for the rising, a preeminent display for her plague her bosoms are ripe, her crevice be tight, for the liking of men
She sucks till she's dead
Its all in her will
Erect by thy echoing call of thy shrill
No time did she waste
Her beauty so timelessly marked on our graves
Lilith your eyes, oh how they divide the skies
The lips of the divine on a chalice of blood red wine
Oh, how he is weak
For the remnants of wine stay stained on his teeth
She feeds on his flesh
Till she gets to the rest
And now you will know thy lilith be woe!
In her physical mass of destruction
And a feeble man to seduce on
She preys off the ill if only for thrills
A sick fucking twist when she shows you her dick!
Not a tear you will shed
When she rips off your head
Woe... She feeds on his flesh
Till she gets to the rest
And now you will know thy lilith be woe
Thy lilith be woe!

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