Lyrics

Fasting for the Infants

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On the fourth day of the week
We fast for the infants
So that diphtheria will not pass their lips
Lilith desired to be with the meek
If only for an instance
They would rock her hips

If not for the Flaming Sword
She would enter and destroy Heaven’s Court
Instead, she fled, and now roams this tempestuous Earth
Soiled with pain, blood, and dearth

She searches for sinful children, and she finds
And she meters out their punishments, horrible kinds
She toys with them, and with diseases she fills them
She tortures them with pain and fever, then she kills them

All this in the waning of the moon
When its light diminishes
Oh, those gruesome images!
Satan incarnate! By this she finishes?!

Lilith clang to grieving Adam, and took his seed
She gave birth to demons that flew
To evil spirits, that knew
How to breed, and bleed, and weed
Most men cannot but cede…