Lilith

The Garden blossoms well, my dear,
As there you wait for me
But do not think to take my soul
I will not bow to thee

And I will sit beyond, my dear
(The Dark Moon high above)
One hundred buds each day shall die
Before I give my love

This flower to your call won`t bend
Nor will I lie beneath
For from the earth, as you, I came
I`ll bear no bridal wreath

The Garden blossoms well, my dear,
The mirror calleth me
The Other World shall be my home
Throughout eternity