He lost the heavens war
He never found the way
Over the misty sea
Just like the sun he shined
...
They may call you the prince of lies
Against the odds you once fell
From high above like a star
The bringer of light
...
When they tore all his wings
I heard a mournful cry
And all the angels wept
Their tears burnt the sky
It echoed through the heavens
As one of their own just died (с)
Mors Principium Est - Bringer of Light