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!"