You were in eden, the garden of god
Dressed in precious stones
Most precious things were in you
When you were made they were got ready

You were anointed as a guardian cherub
I put you on the mountain of god
You went up and down
Among the stones of fire

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Fall by pride
Fall from grace, from heaven
Fall by pride
With a third part of the stars
Fall by pride
Proud of his beauty
Fall by pride
Down into his grave

Your heart was lifted up
Because you were beautiful
You made your wisdom
Evil through your sin

I've made you low before kings
So that they may see you
When you're cast out of heaven
Straight to you grave

Fall by pride
Fall from heaven to hell
Fall by pride
By corrupted heart
Fall by pride
Root of all sin
Fall by pride
Grave of fire

You said I'll go higher than the clouds
I will be like the most high
But you will come down
Into the deepest abyss

Oh shining one, son of the morning!
Worms are under you
And your body is covered with them
And your angels are put in chains

Fall by pride...