Lyrics - The Emperor by Elend

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 soundof dulcet symphonies and voices sweet,
PANDAEMONIUM... was built!"
In this
Capital, of
Hell the
Temple,
Worship your
Emperor,
Worship
Lucifer!"

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