O thou blond Lucifer (Xanthos) shall recruit us in the squadrons of Hell,
O treacherous crew, rotten staff, ye shall corrupt our then pure souls.
Treason be thy malicious weapon, fallen angel, lie be thy foul means -
spoilt and tainted thou carry us in hollow pits, the pits of thy word.
Hast thou no mercy infernal king? Hast thou no Grace?
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Grace, o yea, we fall from Grace.
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