[Part III: Disciplines Of Caine]



My Wrathful Cries Of Anguish

Filled That Dismal Night

I Tore At My Flesh And Drank My Crimson Tears



When I Glanced Up

Appearing In A Myriad Of Stars

The Illustrious Archangel Gabriel Shimmered

Like The Moon In My Eyes

Bringing Mercy Even To The Damned



But Why? Why?



He Spoke Of A Path

The Path Of Golconda

From Which My Children Could Once Again

Inhabit The Light



Without Another Word, He Disappeared

And I Conceived

I Had Awakened At Last



Then The Bright-eyed Demoness

Taught Me How To Hide From The Eyes

Of Those Who Dare To Hunt Us

How To Command Obedience

And Demand Respect



Soon I Found Myself Attaining (yet) Greater Powers

I Could Alter Forms, Control All Beasts And Perceive

Beyond Sight



Eventually I Had To Abandon Lilith

And Flee From The Barren Lands Of Nod

Set Out To Procreate My Progeny

Caine's Children Shall Inherit The Night



[Part IV: Zillah And The Crone]



Of All My Children, None So Beloved

My Sweet Zillah, None So Desired

Her Tender Skin, Her Blood So Saccharine

I Was Mesmerized By Her Enchanting Eyes



But She Would Turn From Me, She Had No Love To Me

Nothing I'd Provide Could Keep Her Satisfied

So I Took To Roam The Wilderness Alone

Amid The Whispering Trees, A Wrinkled Crone I Did See



Crone: 'My Spell Can Make Thee Win Her Heart

Drink Of My Blood Then We'll Start'



Caine: 'Her (foul) Blood I Drank For Many Nights

And Zillah Indeed Became My Wife'



Crone: 'The Elixir Hast Bound Thee

My Serving Thrall Thou Always Be'



Caine: 'But After A Year (and A Day) Her Grasp (on Me) Had Gone

With A Stake Through The Heart, I Left Her To The Dawn'