Burden of the Morning Star
Atop the palace in the house of might,
lies the Seraphim's bearer of light.
With petition in hand,
upon winged steed,
He awaits the judgment
of celestial need,
As judgment is passed and sentence gave,
he becomes entrenched in a battle most grave.
With sword of heavenly fire in hand,
he is then cast from the floating land.
As the star is fallen from the morning sky,
he calls at battles end.
I would rather rein in the flames of Hell,
then to serve the whims of men.
Atop the palace in the house of might,
lies the Seraphim's bearer of light.
With petition in hand,
upon winged steed,
He awaits the judgment
of celestial need,
As judgment is passed and sentence gave,
he becomes entrenched in a battle most grave.
With sword of heavenly fire in hand,
he is then cast from the floating land.
As the star is fallen from the morning sky,
he calls at battles end.
I would rather rein in the flames of Hell,
then to serve the whims of men.
