I beseech you, God to whom many sinners pray From the depth of the dark abyss where my heart fell, Expelled I was from your tedious grace to the pits of hell, So can you please cease to deplore my opposite, Nay only way?
For aeons I descended down Till I saw the dreadful truth Of which man wouldn't know. I, degraded bearer of thy sacred light - To which I never again will bow. When I rise to avenge myself with darkness, The anger of the damned shall flow.
I was cast out by the retinue of angels weak, Shone to the few who me would seek.
A rebel I was, radiant my glow afar, My wisdom fathomed by the morning star.
For aeons I descended down Till I saw the dreadful truth Of which man wouldn't know. I, degraded bearer of thy sacred light - To which I never again will bow. When I rise to avenge myself with darkness, The anger of the damned shall flow.
And all you, fools, in herdlike fight, stampede, And when creation falls, you must build anew, With nails that sting my hands, they grow passionate on a lie. But You know the veracious one was I.