Lilith

Born from mud, born from dust
However what a beauty she was
Her hair was golden, her skin was porcelain
Created solely for Adam
But she did not want to be submissive to him

Whatever fate may came, she ran away
Cursing the one who created her
Chased by three angels who caught her at the Nile
Asking her to return to Adam
But no matter what she refused to do so

The angels who failed their mission
Made her promise that every day
A hundred of her children would decay
Not wanting to return to Eden
She had no choice but to agree

Now every day, hundred demons die
Hundred children of Lilith perish
For she's the one never wanting to return
To the garden called Eden
And that rotten man she was created for