Текст песни 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, 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 !