Son of man, sing this funeral song for the king of tyre Give him this message from the sovereign lord Let me see you fall down to the place of the dead Down to its lowest depths You were The model of perfection You were made With every precious thing And all for the sake of pride You breathe life into the knowledge of sin All you've sown are religions, traditions, and doctrines of man You're in a pointless Endeavor Ephemeral are your wicked ways Evanescent are your words speaking hatred from a throne of lies Won't be enslaved in this deadly trap of deception anymore I'll never sell my soul I know I'm worth so much more I'll never sell my soul I'll never sell my soul to the devil I will split your lying tongue and defile your splendor You will die the death of the slain The final breath of your dying reign 'Cause I know you are a lion Who wants to watch me fall I am immortal And you are a burning angel You are dead Rot in hell This is the end Forever Never to be seen again