Lirik Lagu The Cainian Chronicle Part Iii & Iv: Disc - Ancient
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[Part III: Disciplines of Caine]
My wrathful cries of anguishFilled that dismal nightI tore at my flesh and drank my crimson tears
When I glanced upAppearing in a myriad of starsThe illustrious archangel Gabriel shimmeredLike the moon in my eyesBringing mercy even to the damned
But why? Why?
He spoke of a pathThe path of GolcondaFrom which my children could once againInhabit the light
Without another word, he disappearedAnd I conceivedI had awakened at last
Then the bright-eyed demonessTaught me how to hide from the eyesOf those who dare to hunt usHow to command obedienceAnd demand respect
Soon I found myself attaining (yet) greater powersI could alter forms, control all beasts and perceiveBeyond sight
Eventually I had to abandon LilithAnd flee from the barren lands of NodSet out to procreate my progenyCaine's children shall inherit the night
[Part IV: zillah and the crone]
Of all my children, none so belovedMy sweet Zillah, none so desiredHer tender skin, her blood so saccharineI was mesmerized by her enchanting eyes
But she would turn from me, she had no love to meNothing I'd provide could keep her satisfiedSo I took to roam the wilderness aloneAmid the whispering trees, a wrinkled crone I did see
Crone: 'My spell can make thee win her heartDrink of my blood then we'll start'
Caine: 'Her (foul) blood I drank for many nightsAnd Zillah indeed became my wife'
Crone: 'The elixir hast bound theeMy serving thrall thou always be'
Caine: 'But after a year (and a day) her grasp (on me) had goneWith a stake through the heart, I left her to the dawn'
My wrathful cries of anguishFilled that dismal nightI tore at my flesh and drank my crimson tears
When I glanced upAppearing in a myriad of starsThe illustrious archangel Gabriel shimmeredLike the moon in my eyesBringing mercy even to the damned
But why? Why?
He spoke of a pathThe path of GolcondaFrom which my children could once againInhabit the light
Without another word, he disappearedAnd I conceivedI had awakened at last
Then the bright-eyed demonessTaught me how to hide from the eyesOf those who dare to hunt usHow to command obedienceAnd demand respect
Soon I found myself attaining (yet) greater powersI could alter forms, control all beasts and perceiveBeyond sight
Eventually I had to abandon LilithAnd flee from the barren lands of NodSet out to procreate my progenyCaine's children shall inherit the night
[Part IV: zillah and the crone]
Of all my children, none so belovedMy sweet Zillah, none so desiredHer tender skin, her blood so saccharineI was mesmerized by her enchanting eyes
But she would turn from me, she had no love to meNothing I'd provide could keep her satisfiedSo I took to roam the wilderness aloneAmid the whispering trees, a wrinkled crone I did see
Crone: 'My spell can make thee win her heartDrink of my blood then we'll start'
Caine: 'Her (foul) blood I drank for many nightsAnd Zillah indeed became my wife'
Crone: 'The elixir hast bound theeMy serving thrall thou always be'
Caine: 'But after a year (and a day) her grasp (on me) had goneWith a stake through the heart, I left her to the dawn'
