Son Of Lilith — Coroner

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