Testo Lilith

Sixteen shades of sorrow on a starless night with no escape to dawn. She hugged the sand; she cursed the storm for 16 days and no tomorrows. Mourning friends who fled and loves that died stillborn... A lifetime miming, hiding from the touch that claims... unchained her from the lie that was her past. A hollow tear lay drying on the mask, behind the veil, behind the mask, behind the vizor... And somewhere spiteful spirits laughed at her - the last survivor. Because she'd always been alone, she'd always be alone.