How the skies ripple in their fear of you!

A shooting star! A comet! You are none.

A fallen star; out of grace birthed is you.

Descent out of heaven, all hope is gone.

Magnificent blaze, a wonderful sin,

Accompanies your arrival below.

The birds, the trees, the world - they are crying!

This evil is what brings us our hero!

The son of good? Or the son of the vile?

Shall we live wise in fright, or in a bliss?

The veil of this world brings a crooked smile

To the face of those who seek His dismiss.

How the skies tear in your rageful wake

Before our eyes, you are His one heartbreak.