His Will Be Done

I've lamented the passing of a man dear and great, 
wept 'til the Nile flooded the Pharaoh's resting place. 
I went on and on until I realized it was his fate, 
never to pass the age of maturity and to have such grace. 

I ran, at least I tried, for all I did was stand and cry, 
up until old Heaven's Gate reached out for me renounce my faith. 
They cried, they blissfully cried, "Do Repent!", until they sigh, 
my resolve is a rock, unfaltering, against these of The Gate. 

I've sinned, I did, I will not deny such acts I've done, 
but hear me winged knights above, for me 'twas never fun. 
These stains, on my very hand, the one droplet of blood, 
'twas of our Father, yes I say to you, it was God! 

It was I, Oh Great Lucifer, an angel dear and brave, 
I, Great Lucifer, the lamb to which none can save. 
I was to tempt his son so soon upon his birth until the end, 
such quest is given to a knight his mind will bend. 

Thus, all this is born, that I say to all that is here, 
Heaven for all made instruments of God's will dear! 
I fear Him not, the Father 'lone, great, divine, 
his will I've done, I'm bound, his will is mine.