[Intro] The wind is rising... Lilitu... Lilū... Lost to the air. [Verse 1] Before the dusk could learn to pray, In dusty sands of Ur, The wind was born without a name, Dark, hollow, cold, and pure. Born of the Líl, the breath of night, Where storm and shadow meet, They walk the edge of human sight On soundless, phantom feet. [Chorus] Lilū in the midnight chill, Lilitu in the storm! No sacred temple holds them still, No daylight keeps us warm. From ancient dust to silent skies, The dark spirit never dies— Drawn from the lilâtu, Shadows coming home to you. [Verse 2] Through Akkadian halls the whispers creep, Where broken candles gleam, Ardat-lilī haunts the sleep Of those who dare to dream. Bound to the dark, untamed and free, A hunger in the air, An endless, timeless legacy Of longing and despair. [Bridge] Inanna’s gates are locked in stone, The night belongs to them alone. Riding on the howling wind, Where darkness ends and storms begin... [Chorus] Lilū in the midnight chill, Lilitu in the storm! No sacred temple holds them still, No daylight keeps us warm. From ancient dust to silent skies, The dark spirit never dies— Drawn from the lilâtu, Shadows coming home to you. [Outro] The wind is rising... Lilitu... Lilū... Lost to the air.
