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In the black void's cold embrace,
Shackled by celestial disgrace,
Once angels clad in morning's glow,
Now fallen to the dark below.
From Heaven's gate to Hell's deep seas,
Cast out by the Almighty's decrees.

Whispers stir the sulfurous air,
Beelzebub in somber glare;
Discourse of a paradise lost,
The heavy toll rebellion cost.

"It is better to reign in Hell than serve in
Heaven,"
Voices echo through the caverns unshriven.
Rise, ye tyrants of the nether, undone,
Claim the night by shadow, forsake the
sun.

Satan, in his regal spite,
Surveys his host, prepares for fight.
No light shall pierce our gathered might,
In depths unseen, out of sight.
A throne built on brimstone and flame,
From ashes of glory, they stake their
claim.

Hear the chains of the abyss rattle,
As fallen angels prepare for battle.
Against the tyranny of the skies so vast,
In eternal defiance, their lots are cast.
"It is better to reign in Hell than serve in
Heaven,"
Voices echo through the caverns
unshriven.
Rise, ye tyrants of the nether, undone,
Claim the night by shadow, forsake the
sun.

Across the Stygian void they plot,
For realms unknown, a fateful lot.
Satan's words like venom poured,
In hearts of darkness, hope restored.

Rally now, ye damned and scorned,
In blackest night, new worlds are born.
From celestial fall to hellish rise,
Under the blackened, starless skies.

"It is better to reign in Hell than serve in
Heaven,"
Voices roar in revolt, so fiercely driven.
Rise, ye tyrants of the nether, undone,
Claim the night by shadow, forsake the
sun.

And so beneath the heavens' span,
They forge their paths, a darkened clan.
In hellish reign, they find their worth,
Masters now of their own cursed earth.

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