Me involvunt tenebrae cum lux paulatim evanescat.
Obrigescunt formae et nox regnum suum celebrat.
Anima mae signum cerae occultorum sinu totae claritatis secre-
Torum scindit...
Incipit lectio tenebrarum.

"We, the host of Seraphim, the armies of bright,
We do not rue the dire event
That, with sad overthrow and foul defeat, hath lost us Heaven.
Ever to do ill will be our sole delight,
Reassembling our afflicted powers
On the burning Lake of liquid fire.
Hail horrours! Hail infernal World!
Here at last we shall be free!
Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven!"

He of the first, if not the first archangel,
Great in power, favour and preeminence,
He resolv'd with all his legions to dislodge
And leave unworshipt the Throne Supreme.
With ambitious aim they gather
On the Mountain of Congregation,
And, against the throne and monarchy of God,
Raised impious war in Heaven.
Him the Almighty Power
Hurl'd headlong flaming from the ethereal sky,
Down to bottomless perdition.
He with horrid crew,
Lay vanquished rolling in the fiery gulf,

Confounded through immortal. [2x]

"The emerald rain shines and falls in vain.
Away! Away! Away!
Visions of sorrow, doleful shades, unfathomless pain.
Rebuke me not in thy anger nor chasten me in thy wrath

Nominem tuum despicamur, denegamus nostram originem.
Spiritus domini atque verba deceptoris preces perdiderunt.
At once, he views
The dismal scenery waste and wild,
A dungeon horrible, on all sides round,
Flam'd ; and there the pale light
Served only to discover sights of woe.
Regions of Sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes,
That comes to all ; but torture without end
Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed
With ever-burning sulpur unconsum'd.

--"Thou, profoundest Hell,
Receive thy new possession ;
One who can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven,
He whom thunder hath made greater!
I am Lucifer."

"We are only pain,
Our fighting was vain."
Say the evil.
Drowning in the sea of lamentations,
Sinking in the Abyss of desolation...
Orb Within Orb,
The Moon Marry The Sun,
And The Universe Will Burn,
Orb Within Orb,
Eclipse.

Upon this realm of grey,
Neither the night nor the day.
But the death of the Sun.
But the agony of the Moon.
Neither the day nor the night,
Below the Holy Throne, no delight.
Orb Within Orb,
The Moon Marry The Sun,
And The Universe Will Burn,
Orb Within Orb,
Eclipse.

The sky is open wide,
The black pit masking the light:
The Kingdom of evil.
The clouds have drawn the Pentagram,
This, the time to be what I am.

Abject and lost lay these legions,
Covering the flood
Under amazement of their hideous change.
Lucifer, above the rest, stood like a tower.
He calls his servants, host and knights.
Horrid appeal, at which the Universal host up sent
A shout that tore Hell's concave, and beyond
Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.

And Hell saw first the Bringer of Light weep.
"O myriads of immortal spirits! I should not cry,
For who can yet believe, though 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,
Pandaemonium... was built!

"In this Capital, of Hell the Temple,
Worship your Emperor,
Worship Lucifer!"