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 Burning Fire


Hail Horrours!


Hail Infernal World !


Here At Last We Shall Be Free


Better To Reign In Hell Than To Serve In Heaven