Son of man, sing this funeral song for the king of Tyre. Give him this message from the Sovereign Lord (Ez 28:12)

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.