You were in eden, the garden of god Dressed in precious stones Most precious things were in you When you were made they were got ready
You were anointed as a guardian cherub I put you on the mountain of god You went up and down Among the stones of fire
Chorus Fall by pride Fall from grace, from heaven Fall by pride With a third part of the stars Fall by pride Proud of his beauty Fall by pride Down into his grave
Your heart was lifted up Because you were beautiful You made your wisdom Evil through your sin
I've made you low before kings So that they may see you When you're cast out of heaven Straight to you grave
Fall by pride Fall from heaven to hell Fall by pride By corrupted heart Fall by pride Root of all sin Fall by pride Grave of fire
You said I'll go higher than the clouds I will be like the most high But you will come down Into the deepest abyss
Oh shining one, son of the morning! Worms are under you And your body is covered with them And your angels are put in chains