Chanting by Elend Lyrics

We the host of Seraphim, the armies bright
We do not rue 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 Horrors! Hail infernal World!
Here at last we shall be free!
Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven!