Pride And Agony

Oh, he that walketh among the pure,

your righteousness and grace were obscure 

what has begotten your purity

for thou keepeth hatred in thy heart 

and has committed great tyranny 

Oh, he that hovered through the morning sky,

flying with great wings full of pride

For thou unto thee they call butterfly 

great hymns and songs thou heart glorify

Allure, Allure, he, whose beauty endureth 

Deprive, deprive, he, whose grace derideth

What has begotten your humility

For thou showeth great enmity

Oh morning star, full of grace and wisdom

Cruelty has blinded thou eyes

You showeth great repugn to Him that

sitteth on the great mount Sinai.

Hitherto, he who sits on Mount Sinai,

shares power with none.

Full of pride and full of hate

The heavens lay close

And the earth lays bare.

Casteth from the sky

and thou falleth from high 

with agony and broken wings,

but with great joy the heavens sing.

Walking among sons and 

daughters of men,

ruling with iron fist

and controlling those that seem fit,

The earth trembles and 

the heavens rejoice.