Once there was a star
Who had shone so bright in the sky
One who was made from the fire
He was called the Morning Star
He who had everything
Entrust might and entrust heaven
He was with the King
And enlighted the kingdom above
He had sing glory
He had sing worship
He praised
And had been praised
Then King made a fruit out of clay
Whom the King entrusted the Land and the Seas
and all the creatures beneath
He was rank next to the King
The King call forth of all the stars
Pointed out His new creation
He had command them to bow down
"Thou must bow down before this being" -He said.
All stars bowed down except for the brightest star
"A son of fire should be forced to bow before a son of clay?"
He had said in insolence.
"Thou shall bow before him, he is My greatest creation!"
The Star envied, his light gloomed
His thought turned obscured
He was fallen from the sky
The King end his glory
With his collision to hell,
He mourn of his sorrow
He lost all of his glow.
Now he sings only songs of Fate-
- The Melody of Death
Now his pride and his shadow
His own tormentor
The plague and agony
That will last for Eternity.
