Above the throne of the holy father
The seraphim sing their praises
Into a unity of flames gathered
Three pairs of wings with enchanting voices

Illuminate the skies
With burning flames of zeal
One voice turns into cries
of the one that will not kneel

I will not serve
I will exalt my throne
Above the stars of god
I will ascend into heaven
I will sit upon
The mount of congregate
in the sides of the north
I will not serve

Your glory brought to the grave
The noise covers your viols
Beneath you lies the maggot
And the worms cover you

Your soul was raised by your pride
Depraved of wisdom and faith
You've been cast to the ground
By gazing on your magnificence

The flames once holy
Have become the flames of hell
Scorned from heaven
Fallen angel
The burning thurst of vengeance
is all that remains
Planting the seeds of hate
And swore upon mankind
What god said to him:
You will suffer

Morning star
Lucifer
twelve clipped wings
you're now 666
As the dawn of a new era nighs
The serpent awakes
Satan arise

Illuminate the world
With burning flames of hell
The voice of a million demons
And the one that never kneeled

Your soul was raised by your pride
Depraved of wisdom and faith
You've been cast to the ground
By gazing on your magnificence

I will not serve

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