Maimed by Lucifer upon the Doorstep to the Chapel of Desire

O Day Star, son of Dawn! How you are cut down to the ground, you who laid the nations low! I will raise my throne above the stars of God; I will sit on the mount of assembly standing in opposition to God remote from the divine herald of the dawn witches of the sabbath my damnation scorching angel wings bearing torch realm of the devil is not nothingness on the heights of Zaphon But you are brought down to Sheol, to the depths of the Pit. disguise himself as an angel of light standing in opposition to God remote from the divine herald of the dawn witches of the sabbath my damnation scorching angel wings bearing torch