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