How you have fallen from heaven, O Morning Star, son of the dawn! You were cast down to the earth, you who once laid low the nations! You said in your heart, “I will ascend to the heavens; I will raise my throne above the stars of God; I will sit enthroned on the mount of assembly, on the heights of Zaphon. I will climb to the very top of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High.” But you are brought down to the realm of the dead, to the depths of the pit.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт