Ashes of the Cherub (Demo)

Your wings—(blinding grace!)

Lit the throne room like a blaze—

But the seed you sang was soaked in spite,

And heaven cracked beneath your plight.

You bought the sky with borrowed breath,

But glory feeds on rightful death.

You forged your kingdom out of dust—

Now watch it choke beneath your lust.

Fallen! Fallen! O bearer of flame—

Your silence screams, your ashes claim!

Once robed in light—now draped in bile—

The morning star becomes defiled!

You peddled shadows—(sweet, refined)

With every trade, you developed your bind.

Your steps defaced the courts of praise—

Now angels weep where you once blazed.

(Mutiny!)—You sold the stars

But flames devour vainglory.

No altar stands, no chorus swells—

Just echoes in your shattered shell.

Fallen! Fallen! (O bleeding sky!)

Ashes choke your battlecry.

Wings once carved in holy stone—

Now drag the pit, and die alone!

“By the multitude of your iniquities...

You profaned your sanctuaries…”

The fire walks through jeweled gates—

Mocked by men. Condemned by saints.

From flame you rose—to flame you fell—

Crowned by pride, now cursed to dwell.

No scepter now. No seraph mourns.

Your halls are tombs, your beauty torn.

The stones that kissed your every breath—

Now whisper judgment, dust, and death.

O fallen light… O broken flame…

Your echo rots beneath your name.

Not feared. Not praised. No sacred awe—

Just ruin sealed beneath your fall.

You peddled shadows—(sweet, refined)

With every trade, you developed your bind.

Your steps defaced the courts of praise—

Now angels weep where you once blazed.

(Mutiny!)—You sold the stars

But flames devour vainglory.

No altar stands, no chorus swells—

Just echoes in your shattered shell.

Fallen! Fallen! (O bleeding sky!)

Ashes choke your battlecry.

Wings once carved in holy stone—

Now drag the pit, and die alone!

“By the multitude of your iniquities...

You profaned your sanctuaries…”

The fire walks through jeweled gates—

Mocked by men. Condemned by saints.

From flame you rose—to flame you fell—

Crowned by pride, now cursed to dwell.

No scepter now. No seraph mourns.

Your halls are tombs, your beauty torn.

The stones that kissed your every breath—

Now whisper judgment, dust, and death.

O fallen light… O broken flame…

Your echo rots beneath your name.

Not feared. Not praised. No sacred awe—

Just ruin sealed beneath your fall.