Chanting şarkı sözleri

We, the host of seraphium, the armies bright We do not true the dire event That, with sad overthrow and foul defeat, hath lost us heaven Ever to do ill will be our sole delight Reassembling our afflicted powers On the burning lake of liquid fire Hail horrours! Hail infernal world ! Here at last we shall be free Better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven