

(oh-oh, hmmmm)
Made of clay, made of fire
Born before the world of men
No surrender to desire
And you won't bow down again
Into the wild where the wind starts to scream
Free in the dark with your beautiful dream
Lilith, queen of the velvet night
Winged shadow, blinding light
In your arms the fire burns deep
Secrets that we swear to keep
(yeah-eah, oooh)
They painted you in shades of fear
But I only see your
grace
When the thunder is drawing near
I find comfort in your face
Lilith, queen of the velvet night
Winged shadow, blinding light
In your
arms the fire burns deep Secrets that we swear to keep Born
of fire...
(ahhhh, oh-oh)