Elend - Chanting Lyrics
We, the host of seraphium, the armies brightWe do not true the dire eventThat, with sad overthrow and foul defeat, hath lost us heavenEver to do ill will be our sole delightReassembling our afflicted powersOn the burning lake of burning fireHail horrours!Hail infernal world !Here at last we shall be freeBetter to reign in hell than to serve in heaven