The mark of my father is carved in my flesh

A sign of damnation and heavenly incest

The children of pleasure delivered in pain

But crowned and defiled by the vile and insane



I am the daughter of Lilith and Cain

The whitest of devils the purest of grain

A serpent descendent from the brothels of hell

Conceived in the winter of lovers' farewell



Let instincts repeal any morals and codes

So angels and demons can play with my soul

Let's live and decline at the brink of delight

In search of completion and moral defiance



The lady of moonshine she lives in my veins

Where spirits of wisdom reside unconstrained

Please show me that pleasure is not what it seems

My life is my weapon I live un-conceived



The fires in heaven burn brightly for them

Who daggers embowel both time and again

The scars of my journey the signs that I bear

The sounding of trumpets proves that life isn't fair



The mark of my mother is carved in my flesh

A sign of salvation and heavenly conquest

The children of pleasure delivered in vain

We live and we die and we shall live again