Lilith

Depart from the garden
March on my soil with your crown
Sweet mother's love that consoles us
Purge all the evil that plagues us
And sweep it from history

My temple is yours
Feel comfortable in your home
Rest my life in your wings
Fall asleep in your cradle my soul
Who runs scared

Praiseworthy is your glory
That makes even the sky beg for mercy
Praiseworthy is your glory
What wronged angels notice
That only you have victory

Aim your arrow
Against those who oppose you
And make them succumb
Hit the bitter heart
Who goes against you
So that evil can extinguish
Hug your children
Who accompany you on the path to the end
Against those who roam the garden

The bronze wings
Who's trying to get me out of here
Burn them all, because only you have the power
Oh, Lilith