Nominem tuum despicamur, denegamus nostram originem.
Spiritus domini atque verba deceptoris preces perdiderunt.
At once, he views
The dismal scenery waste and wild,
A dungeon horrible, on all sides round,
Flam'd ; and there the pale light
Served only to discover sights of woe.
Regions of Sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes,
That comes to all ; but torture without end
Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed
With ever-burning sulpur unconsum'd.
--"Thou, profoundest Hell,
Receive thy new possession ;
One who can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven,
He whom thunder hath made greater!
I am Lucifer."
1 | Moon Of Amber |
2 | The Silence Of Light |
3 | Sopor Aeternus... |
4 | Eclipse |
5 | The Poisonous Eye |
6 | Melpomene |
7 | Nocturne |
8 | The Emperor |
9 | Worn Out With Dreams |
10 | The Luciferian Revolution |