And Hell Saw First The Bringer Of Light Weep


O Myriads Of Immortal Spirits! I Should Not Cry


For Who Can Yet Believe, Thiugh After Loss


That All These Legions, Whose Exile


Has Emptied Heaven, Shall Fail To Reascend


Self-raised, And Repossess Their Native Seat


For This Infernal Pit Shall Never Hold Celestial


Spirit In Bondage, Nor The Abyss


Long Under Darkness Cover


Anon Out Of The Earth A Fabric Huge


Built Like A Temple, Rose, With The Sound


Of Dulcet Symphonies And Voices Sweet


PENDAEMONIUM... Was Built!


"In This Capital, Of Hell The Temple


Worship Your Emperor


Worship Your Emperor


Worship Lucifer !