Nominem tuum despicamur, denegamus nostram originem

Spiritus domini atque deceptoris preces perdiderunt

At once, he views

The dismal scenery waste and wild

A dungeon horrible, on all sides round

Flamed and there the pale light

Served only to discover the 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 fiery deluge, fed

With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed

Thou, profoundest Hell

Receive thy new possessour

One who can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven

He whom thunder hath made greater

I am Lucifer