Prince of the Void

You were the seal of perfection, the crown of the morn,
The morning star that outshone every light ever born.
You walked among the fiery stones in Eden's holy shade,
But deep within your heart a hidden rot was made.

You desired the throne that rises above the clouds,
You said in your heart: "I'll ascend, I'll set my throne on high."
But you were cast down like lightning, wrapped in darkened shrouds,
You left the light and became the king of an empty sky.

You are the Evil hidden beneath the mask of light,
Ancient serpent, father of every lie.
You are the shadow that seeks the death of man,
Prince of this world — but fallen, tremble now!
Your throne is dust, your light is gone,
You are the spirit that breathes death upon us all!

In the Garden of Eden your sweet speech deceived,
You said: "Your eyes will open, you'll become like gods."
But instead of life — you gave them death and dust,
And humanity has walked the false roads you trod.

You are the accuser of the brethren, the slanderer on high,
You are the roaring lion seeking whom to devour.
You sow war, hatred, and fear in every heart,
Trying to cross out God's plan of love and power.

You are the Evil hidden beneath the mask of light,
Ancient serpent, father of every lie.
You are the shadow that seeks the death of man,
Prince of this world — but fallen, tremble now!
Your throne is dust, your light is gone,
You are the spirit that breathes death upon us all!

But this world is not forever yours to claim,
There is One who is stronger than hell and your flame.
The blood of Golgotha was poured out for men,
To tear us from the abyss of your snares again.

You lost the battle in heaven, you'll lose it here too,
Though you torment souls and sow your lies and sin.
But the hour is near when you'll be fully bound,
And in the lake of fire you'll find your eternal grin.

You are the spirit cast down, but never humbled,
You are the image of pride that leads into the night.
But we stand beneath the banner that was planted,
And we will not surrender our hearts to your blight!

You are the Evil hidden beneath the mask of light,
Ancient serpent, father of every lie.
You are the shadow that seeks the death of man,
Prince of this world — but fallen, tremble now!
Your throne is dust, your light is gone,
You are the spirit that breathes death upon us all!

...For it is written: "Cursed is he who curses you"...
...And there will be light, and there will be no more night...
...Amen.