Rebellion
...you, Light, shining, Star of the Morning,
wing-shorn, how far have fallen!
Thrown down from high, bright Paradise,
a star still brilliant, star still burning,
unto ruin at the bottom of the world.
wing-shorn, how far have fallen!
Thrown down from high, bright Paradise,
a star still brilliant, star still burning,
unto ruin at the bottom of the world.
The Ineffable / Nameless