The Emperor Lyrics - Elend

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!"