Son Of Lilith
Marquis Marky / Tommy T. Baron
I'm coming out of the void
Along a spiral trace
Escorted by a thousand souls
Remembered but still unknown
I don't need wings
To reach the sky
And I don't need hands
To hold you tight
My youth's my defense
And pureness my weapon
I'm Lilith's son
I've got the moon in my veins
Son of Lilith
You don't have to listen
To understand
And you won't find words
If you want to explain