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.