Julia blew her cool, yeah, when Frank whispered to her
Of further regions of experience, a cubic crown at the center
Her path to hell unpaved and a thirst for blood innate
Within a profane, skinless entity, formerly an extant dame
Lilith lingers unfulfilled, alone within the woods
Left carving twisted roadways to a prophetic falsehood
But hold her hand, she'll light the way, she'll overwrite the end of days
Personified damnation, far beyond Madam Satan
Author of the book, Ruby inked it all in blood
And bound it in the flesh of evil dead
Mother of all wicked, interrupted and constricted
By a temporal postponement sealed by truce in token
Don't get strung out by the ones above belief
Every secret burns within what you want to be
Obliterate your destiny, desecrate the patriarchy
Tall upon the ruins, claim what's yours
If you believe, you, too, can be the queen of Hell