Paroles de The cainian chronicle part iii & iv: disciplines of caine / zillah and the crone

(part iii: disciplines of caine)

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'