The Emperor Lyrics
"O myriads of immortal spirits! I should not cry,For who can yet believe, though after loss,That all these legions, whose exileHas emptied Heaven, shall fail to reascendSelf-raised, and repossess their native seat?For this infernal pit shall never hold celestialSpirit in bondage, nor the abyssLong 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!"
Elend The Emperor
