Eve of Eden, princess pristine, shield and maiden of sistine,
Swan flying afield, her pure of prancing, her power of preen.
A song for you, the siren, her steed, and the beautiful unseen.
Not for Lilith, the whore, whom Babylon has made their queen.
For the virgin, Zion's wonder, in the garden she gives us green.
Swan flying afield, her pure of prancing, her power of preen.
A song for you, the siren, her steed, and the beautiful unseen.
Not for Lilith, the whore, whom Babylon has made their queen.
For the virgin, Zion's wonder, in the garden she gives us green.