Leave the garden
Walk on my grounds with your crown
Sweet is the mother's love that comforts us
Expel all the evil that plagues us
And (sweep from history)

My temple is yours
Feel at home in your house
Rest my life on your wings
Fall asleep in your cradle, my soul
That ran scared

Praiseworthy is your glory
That even makes heaven beg for mercy
Praiseworthy is your glory
That wronged angels notice that only you have victory

Point your arrow
Against those who oppose you
And make them succumb
Hit in the bitter heart
Of those who go against you
So that evil can be extinguished
Embrace your children
Who accompany you on the trail of the end
Against those who wander through the garden
The bronze wings
That come to try to take me from here
Burn them all
For only you have the power, Lilith

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