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 All is lost to become nothing Behold Lucifer Son of the morning Thine hour hast come 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
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