Sing me a song of the lilies,

Of Lillith.

Tell me the story of the lady,

Of lately.

Ask me to dance to the song that is courting,

Of course.

Make me the son of the lilies,

Of Lillith.

Feed me the blood of the lately,

Of lately.

Teach me the art of courting,

Of the coursing of death.

Bring me the lives of the gentlemen, of the lady, of her baby.

Hear me the night's song, the night's son.

Give me the blood of my maker,

Of my father.

Kill me,

Me the son of my maker,

Me the son of Lillith,

My only.