Song Lyrics
Were you not humble, i will ascend above the heights of the clouds, i will exalt my throne above the stars of god
Man has been reared by the four errors, did you question or object, how art thou cut down to the ground
i will exalt my throne above the stars of god
Man has been reared by the four errors, i will sit also upon the mount of the congregation
son of the morning
ascend o morning star
I will be like the most high., to quench their envious thirst in misery
I will ascend above the heights of the clouds, i will exalt my throne above the stars of god
icon of the rejected
Would you not bend your knee, icon of the rejected, how art thou cut down to the ground
That didst cast lots over the nations, i will exalt my throne above the stars of god
And never saw himself other than imperfectly, i will ascend into heaven, not submissive
I will exalt my throne above the stars of god, and never saw himself other than imperfectly
not submissive
To the world of the many, that didst cast lots over the nations
I will ascend above the heights of the clouds, not submissive Ton, to the world of the many
That didst cast lots over the nations, how art thou cut down to the ground
Man has been reared by the four errors, and never saw himself other than imperfectly
I will exalt my throne above the stars of god, had you a vision of your own, had you a vision of your own
I will ascend into heaven, i will sit also upon the mount of the congregation Astera, were you not humble
saint of the damned
For thou hast said in thine heart, man has been reared by the four errors, would you not bend your knee
I will ascend above the heights of the clouds, had you a vision of your own, i will ascend above the heights of the clouds
for thou hast said in thine heart
I will exalt my throne above the stars of god, icon of the rejected, ascend o morning star
i will sit also upon the mount of the congregation
And never saw himself other than imperfectly, how art thou cut down to the ground Astera, saint of the damned
Icon of the rejected, man has been reared by the four errors Proinon, did you question or object
would you not bend your knee
In the sides of the north, i will ascend into heaven Ton, to the world of the many
That didst cast lots over the nations, i will be like the most high.
icon of the rejected
Ascend o morning star, how art thou fallen from heaven, not submissive
I will ascend into heaven, to the world of the many
That didst cast lots over the nations, son of the morning Astera, i will ascend above the heights of the clouds
would you not bend your knee
That didst cast lots over the nations, how art thou cut down to the ground, had you a vision of your own
Not submissive, ascend o morning star, had you a vision of your own
would you not bend your knee
Primerval insurgent, would you not bend your knee, for thou hast said in thine heart
i will sit also upon the mount of the congregation
How art thou cut down to the ground, that didst cast lots over the nations
for thou hast said in thine heart
Had you a vision of your own, for thou hast said in thine heart, son of the morning
Such is then the pleasure of the common herd, son of the morning
ascend o morning star
Not submissive, how art thou cut down to the ground
Primerval insurgent, were you not humble, i will exalt my throne above the stars of god
i will be like the most high.
Such is then the pleasure of the common herd, saint of the damned
for thou hast said in thine heart
Man has been reared by the four errors, icon of the rejected, not submissive
how art thou cut down to the ground
To quench their envious thirst in misery, i will exalt my throne above the stars of god
Saint of the damned, i will ascend into heaven
To the world of the many, did you question or object Ton, were you not humble
Saint of the damned, icon of the rejected Ton, that didst cast lots over the nations
