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
