Behind the darkness of his name,
He once burned bright like a flame,
Worshipping on heaven’s throne,
But pride turned his heart to stone.
He was no ordinary being,
A master of worship, ever kneeling,
But arrogance tore it all apart,
Turning light into a broken heart.
The heavens wept but could not mend,
The pride that brought his tragic end,
A fall he chose, a self-made demise,
Now bound to flames that never die.
The devil was once a saint of prayer,
Bowing under heaven’s glorious glare,
But self-love shattered the divine,
And cast him down to the depths of time.
Dreaming of ruling the fiery abyss,
Trading splendor for fleeting bliss,
Now a shadow of his former grace,
An angel fallen, lost in disgrace.
The voice of prayer that once soared high,
Now turns to laughter under a cursed sky,
A love divine he dared to betray,
To claim a throne in the night’s decay.
Yet in the silence of his soul,
Does he yearn for the light he stole?
Or has he drowned in endless despair,
A hollow king of the empty air?
The heavens wept but could not mend,
The pride that brought his tragic end,
A fall he chose, a self-made demise,
Now bound to flames that never die.
The devil was once a saint of prayer,
Bowing under heaven’s glorious glare,
But self-love shattered the divine,
And cast him down to the depths of time.
Dreaming of ruling the fiery abyss,
Trading splendor for fleeting bliss,
Now a shadow of his former grace,
An angel fallen, lost in disgrace.
From heaven’s light to hellfire,
From holy chants to cursed desire,
Consumed by pride, he chose his pyre,
And now burns in eternal mire.
The devil was once a saint of prayer,
Kneeling before the universe's Creator,
But his pride became his undoing,
Now a legend of endless grieving.
