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
