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 !