I fell from grace, no wings to hold,
A serpent wrapped in chains of gold.
The heavens scream as I descend,
A broken soul that will not bend.

Once bright, I blazed across the sky,
Now, I crawl, and hear them cry.
The fire burns, but it’s not the same,
For I wear ashes in her name.

My crown of light is burned to dust,
My wings, once pure, now filled with rust.
The stars themselves begin to wane,
As I embrace the darkest pain.

I taste the blood of angels' tears,
The sex of gods, the taste of fears.
With every step, the heavens quake,
The angels know their kingdom’s fake.

I tear the throne, I burn the gates,
I yell fuck love to the heavens, twist their fates.
With every scream, I carve her name,
A fallen angel born of loves flame.

I rise through blood, through violent cries,
A king of night beneath blood red skies.
For I have tasted every sin,
A monarch lost, I’ll never win.