Lyrics - Chanting by Elend

"
We, the host of
Seraphim, the armies of bright,
We do not rue the dire event
That, with sad overthrow and foul defeat, hath lost us
Heaven.
Ever to do ill will be our sole delight,
Reassembling our afflicted powers
On the burning
Lake of liquid fire.
Hail horrours!
Hail infernal
World!
Here at last we shall be free!
Better to reign in
Hell than serve in
Heaven!"

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