Testo di Lucifer

Nominem tuum despicamur, denegamus nostram originem Spiritus domini atque deceptoris preces perdiderunt At once, he views The dismal scenery waste and wild A dungeon horrible, on all sides round Flamed and there the pale light Served only to discover the sights of woe Regions of Sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell hope never comes That comes to all but torture without end Still urges, and fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed Thou, profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessour One who can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven He whom thunder hath made greater I am Lucifer