From the gates of paradise to the virgin
World below
She was cast away for what she has done,
Bereft of her home

You have to believe her there was only one choice for her
She longed to stay, to resist the beast,
But Creator's scorn
Was lashing out at her

She is the mistress of her destiny,
At night she hunts their souls
Victim of the holy trinity,
A fall from grace

Hora mortis nostrae
Her illusions sacrificed to heaven's hierarchy

Her wounds healed quick, loved by Samael at night
His spirit's lust did guarantee
A fallen angel's destiny

In the garden of Eden submission is no path for her
She wanted to stay, to resist the beast,
But Creator's scorn
Was lashing out at her

Lord I guess I must concede that pride's my coven's creed
So my past dies, so my horns rise!