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His eyes enlighten the dawn,

in wisdom, beauty, and grace.

High, above the sky,

holding the crimson gates.

Seeking for the truth,

attaining ruin and shame.

Aurora’s rampage

deprives him of his strength,

From above no tears to shed

for the rebel fiend,

a force with no mass

to banish and command death:

"It will be abyss,"

with life tight in mouth.

As he dared to beg,

shut his eyes and said:

Silver wings to fly away,

as I sing my lullaby,

I’ve lost the light

in the end.

Silver wings to fly away,

and I'll stray and damnify,

’cause I'm the sin

until the end.

Who dares to interfere

with the order of things?

An oath was taken on thee,

sworn on your life.

His presence to dispel

doubt, sin, and rage;

with blind, unceasing faith

his throne has been raised.

Silent piercing words

to tear and rip in wounds,

echoing still loud:

"Sentenced to the ground."

Turning its being,

betraying authority,

ignoring cosmic laws,

desiring only sins,

unable to feel

out of carnal greed,

descending to the world,

and chanting in tears:

Silver wings to fly away,

as I sing my lullaby,

I’ve lost the light

in the end.

Silver wings to fly away,

and I'll stray and damnify,

’cause I'm the sin

until the end.

Morningstar,

fearful, righteous, you... poured the light.

Morningstar,

wise, loyal, you... wrote the vision.

Morningstar,

splendid, raising, you... wanderer of night.

Morningstar,

I’ve cast you down,

for thee wished to exist,

but dark you will be.