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.