Transformed into iniquity
Prowling in the night
A painted face - Angry plot machine
That lurks in places waiting for the enemy
We are the enemy
Once a portrait of beauty and song
Heavenly host of another kingdom
Rolled the dice to make it all your own
To be like the most high
Ambush His throne
Fallen angel
You can't stand against your enemy
The Prince of Peace
Fallen angel
Now you realize His sovereignty
Because of Calvary
Hell beneath is moved to greet you
The coming of their fallen king
You appear - They whisper
Is this the one?
Was it he who shook the nations?
Fallen angel
You can't stand against your enemy
The Prince of Peace
Fallen angel
Wounded by your only sword and pride
There's nowhere to hide
Fallen angel
Weep and howl over your misery
Your captives are free
Fallen angel?