Stays in flames... waiting Silently sitting on the throne of a desert hall In the middle of a cold kingdom Desolated, monotonous, in darkness and solitude Oppressed by boredom he cries Pride, freedom, knowledge Courage to face God Archangels, beautiful, perfect, indoctrinated Disdain and rancour he deeply feels Old for ages, confused and tired of his rebellion Desperation Solitary in his empty palace The most beautiful of the fallen angels Wrapping his vengeance Conscientously in a routine he hates But allows him to dissamble his affliction, his ruin He feels nostalgia of heaven But everything has got its price Pride, freedom, knowledge Courage to face God Solitary in his empty palace The most beautiful of the fallen angels Wrapping his vengeance Conscientously in a routine he hates But allows him to dissamble his affliction, his ruin Solitary in his empty palace The most beautiful of the fallen angels Wrapping his vengeance