The creator´s pride: the anguish of the accused

Tears have already dried, yes, for centuries I have benn looking up,
Trying to search for what's mine...
Hate is eternal, the memories are terrible
They burn my body, they torture my spirit...
On, If I could take revenge on that shameless,
That one who calls himself fair
But he isn't more than a proud old man...
Torture, imprison and condemn for me, they are just like
The water that quench my thirst, like the breeze that refresh...
My name is Archangel Lucifer, God's son,
Lord of mankind and the earth is my home...