Come forward, my Lilith!
Stop hiding behind the curves of the past
Come forward, you, the killer of my nights
Puppeteer of my fights
I spared you from all those have been lived,
I spared you to break this fast
Come! Show me your faces
Let me wash your hands, cut off your laces
Your joy of darkness is covering our souls
Making me one, making me yours
My heart, shattered by pieces
My lust, let me use this shard
Let me carve on our skin
Time has come to confess
Our most desirable sin
Come forward!
Let's end this inky lament
Come to rip this testament
Come!