"We, the host of Seraphim, the armies of bright,
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We do not rue the dire event
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That, with sad overthrow and foul defeat, hath lost us Heaven.
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Ever to do ill will be our sole delight,
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Reassembling our afflicted powers
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On the burning Lake of liquid fire.
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Hail horrours! Hail infernal World!
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Here at last we shall be free!
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Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven!"
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Chanting
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