The icy grip of lucifer
Drags on mortals souls
For the war he waged
At the dawn of man
Rains feathers
Of those who fell
We all hold the anguish
Of this battles toll
We can smell the sulfur
Of those who burn in hell
Creating him you highest
Taking all his voice
Servitude with power
Power without choice
He who spoke against you
Michael cast him down
Grace is now smitten
Under heavens tyrant crown
The burden
Of the fallen angels demons
Can you hear him calling
The devils at your door
His hands reach out
To mold your life
Giving you the pain
He cant endure
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