At the dawning of time
Thine heart didst proclaim,
Thy throne shall arise
Beyond the stars of God.
And be enthroned on the Northern sides
Of that Great Mountain.
Far above the clouds,
Didst thou aspire to,
But alas, this was not to be!
So fallen thou art
As lightening to earth.
Having once Angelic Splendour,
Now the vilest abomination,
An abode for maggots thou art.
A shame, that once so beautiful
Behold, lucifer, son of the Morning
Thou will be stripped of power,
And be lowered into the very depths of hell
Thy fate is worse than death,
Eternal suffering and damnation.
