Some call me, 'Prince of the Dark,'
Other call me the, 'Master of Hell.'
I trade favors for souls,
And I leave my damned mark;
I need not ring the Bell.

Power I have given a hundred men,
Love I have given to others.
I always destroy those I 'Help,'
But only after I tear it away from them,
Or slaughter their lovers.

But how and why, you demand.
Some have even blamed me for their sin.
My name is Lucifel the Fallen One.
I was 'Fated' to this by my Kin;
Yes, my Fall had long been planned.

I was once a great Saint,
Pure and innocent, untouched by hate.
O, if only I was that way again...
But my Kin changed my fate,
And used my compassion to give me this Taint.

They altered Love and made Lust,
Then told me of it to awaken my rage.
I was tricked to spill blood with mine own hand.
God learned of this, and he forsake my trust,
He neglected and forgot my young age...

So now you know the truth of your precious Angels.
What do you think of my enforced Banishment?
I gave my purity to seal away the Deadly Sins;
Did I deserve this dark prision as a Punishment?
All the while, They dance and show off their starry bangles...

Curse them....

-Lucifel Nosvarath