A Testimony from Hell

Cold are the massive ramparts of deep Hell

Demonic beasts stand waiting by their posts:

Agaliarept, the Henchman of the host

He, guards the unholy profound supreme:

Eternity waits—thine war-abyss eyes:

Here the cosmic demons pace and lye;

Underneath the oceans surface, and its tides,

Waiting to take control, of contending skies.

Down Hell’s corridors: flames sweep the deep

Blood hath wet, the devouring trodden walls:

Thunder, unbigoted, unresting, orbits—;

Immeasurable nights, fume the halls.

Here, ye— eternal gates (for fates) lift up

For humankinds, induce unnumbered tears

Here, ye—the mammoth disc, of the vast sun

Beams realms of blood-red dark tow’rs of death!

O dim bowls of fire, with faint unrest

Thine silence now rules the ghostly deep

Held by the pyres of the spectral past:

“Be patient,” says Satan; we’ll rule the weak!

Day shall soon befall this ungraceful abyss

Time shall unwind, darken dungeons: put off

And the legions of Hell, serve God’s will;

The near doom of mankind: Hell’s spawning.