Paroles de The emperor

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!"