My wrathful cries of anguish    Filled that dismal night    I tore at my flesh and drank my crimson tears       When I glanced up    Appearing in a myriad of stars    The illustrious archangel Gabriel shimmered    Like the moon in my eyes    Bringing mercy even to the damned       But why? Why?       He spoke of a path    The path of Golconda    From which my children could once again    Inhabit the light       Without another word, he disappeared    And I conceived    I had awakened at last       Then the bright-eyed demoness    Taught me how to hide from the eyes    Of those who dare to hunt us    How to command obedience    And demand respect       Soon I found myself attaining (yet) greater powers    I could alter forms, control all beasts and perceive    Beyond sight       Eventually I had to abandon Lilith    And flee from the barren lands of Nod    Set out to procreate my progeny    Caine's children shall inherit the night       [Part IV: zillah and the crone]       Of all my children, none so beloved    My sweet Zillah, none so desired    Her tender skin, her blood so saccharine    I was mesmerized by her enchanting eyes       But she would turn from me, she had no love to me    Nothing I'd provide could keep her satisfied    So I took to roam the wilderness alone    Amid the whispering trees, a wrinkled crone I did see       Crone: 'My spell can make thee win her heart    Drink of my blood then we'll start'       Caine: 'Her (foul) blood I drank for many nights    And Zillah indeed became my wife'       Crone: 'The elixir hast bound thee    My serving thrall thou always be'       Caine: 'But after a year (and a day) her grasp (on me) had gone    With a stake through the heart, I left her to the dawn