He was a model of perfection

Like lightning, your throne fell from heaven... He was once thrown to the ground...

He was a model of perfection And in its fullness is bliss, Merged in a beautiful form Courage, wisdom, bravery. Up high I strived for an ideal image; In Eden he was at home and really He conquered grayness with fire and wind, He didn’t know hardships... but he fell...

Like lightning, your throne fell from heaven... He was once thrown to the ground...

He betrayed, imagined himself as the Creator, But he turned out to be a scoundrel He killed wisdom with cunning, He exchanged love for anger. The beauty crept into my thoughts The desire to rule the world, life... Evil has arisen in the universe And pride manifested itself in their souls. Pride rules the world of evil...