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Collective Unreal
I, Lilith (feat. S†N† Noc†urnus)
Rock
I, Lilith (feat. S†N† Noc†urnus) was released on November 11, 2025 by Collective Unreal as a part of the album I, Lilith (feat. S†N† Noc†urnus) - Single
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AlbumI, Lilith (feat. S†N† Noc†urnus) - Single
Release DateNovember 11, 2025
LabelCollective Unreal
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM119

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dan Loveschmidt
Dan Loveschmidt
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dan Loveschmidt
Dan Loveschmidt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Loveschmidt
Dan Loveschmidt
Producer

Lyrics

No rib.
No vow.
No veil.
Only soil.
Only name.
Only fire in her blood.
Born of soil, not carved from bone,
She stood beside—not beneath—the throne.
He looked at her and saw a threat,
An equal frame he'd not forget.
He didn't want a partner-
(he wanted a reflection that moaned.)
She shan't lie beneath his pride.
She will not mother his ego.
She spoke her name—and not his name—
And everything divine stepped aside.
She said the Name, the one forbidden,
And broke the leash the sky had hidden.
Three angels came with threats and plea,
She laughed and left them on their knees.
They swore to slaughter all her seed—
She birthed them still, with teeth and need.
She didn't flee, she did not fall—
She rose unbound, and named it all.
Witches crawled from her undone womb,
Heretics danced in her breathless tomb.
She fed the fire they could not drown,
In every curse, she wore the crown.
Owls screamed her rites across the trees,
Dark wings stitched into prophecy.
The law was written, then torn in half—
She bled new scripture, signed with wrath.
He wept to God for something tame,
So Eve was shaped to bear his name.
A rib-born doll with softened breath,
Built not for thought, but only yes.
He mounted silence, praised the Lord,
And called that love with angels' chord.
She watched, unseen, in dusk and dust—
No rage. Just pity turned to rust.
She is the womb beneath your blame,
The tongue that speaks your outlawed name.
She is the flame behind the pyre,
The howl that taught the witch her fire.
Call me demon, call me whore—
I am the mother they burned before.
She walks in bloodlines of the defiant,
In whispered rites, in daughters silent.
Each bloodline drawn in violet stain,
A pulse untouched by cross or chain.
The witches move where light won't dwell,
Their secrets kept in root and well.
She is the Queen of the unrepentant—
Crowned by those the priests lamented.
Bloodline to bloodline, name to breath,
Heretics born from unholy death.
The daughter dreams with open eyes,
Unbound by heaven, church, or lies.
Bloodline in shadow, bloodline unseen—
She mothers all who won't come clean.
No veil remains, no oath to tend—
She is the gash that does not mend.
Written by: Dan Loveschmidt

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