Stepping over Angels

Carnal lust dwells in the mind of the angel,
 Who sit at the feet of his master.
 And God - heaven alone can no longer please him,
 After glimpse of the race that is walking below.
 The pleasures of flesh and the glory of war.
 Has left scars in the mind of the one at God's feet.
 In visions of horror he pictures himself,
 As he steps over angels and enter God's seat.
 Satisfaction is now on the face of the one who
 No longer is by the feet of his god - but sits
 High on his throne of gold.
 The so-called king who came forth from the east,
 Will he be worthy for the beast?
 Or will they throw him to the dogs for them
 To have feast?
 Carnal lust dwells in the mind of the angel,
 Who sit at the feet of his master.
 And God - heaven alone can no longer please him,
 After glimpse of the race that is walking below.
 The pleasures of flesh and the glory of war.
 Has left scars in the mind of the one at God's feet.
 In visions of horror he pictures himself,
 As he steps over angels and enter God's seat.
 Satisfaction is now on the face of the one who
 No longer is by the feet of his god - but sits
 High on his throne of gold.
 The so-called king who came forth from the east,
 Will he be worthy for the beast?
 Or will they throw him to the dogs for them
 To have feast?
 The one who came forth from the east -
 Was not worthy for the beast.