Astera Ton Proinon - Ihsahn

Were you not humble

Not submissive?

Would you not bend your knee?

Did you question or object

To the world of the many?

Had you a vision of your own?

Saint of the damned

Icon of the rejected

Primerval insurgent

Ascend O' Morning Star

Ascend

«How art thou fallen from heaven, O’day-star

Son of the morning!

How art thou cut down to the ground

That didst cast lots over the nations!

For thou hast said in thine heart

I will ascend into heaven

I will exalt my throne above the stars of God

I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation

In the sides of the north

I will ascend above the heights of the clouds

I will be like the most High.»

Man has been reared by the four errors

And never saw himself other than imperfectly

Such is then the pleasure of the common herd

To quench their envious thirst in misery