Farewell happy fields... where joy forever dwells Hail horrors, Hail Infernal world and thou profoundest Hell Aloft incumbent on the dusky Air Oft, nightfounderd Moors by side as night enwraps the sulphur Sea Hail horros, Hail On each hand the flames In billows, leave i th midst a horrid vale Glorying to have scapt the Stygian flood Of thundring As the lake with liquid fire Grovelling and prostate on yon lake of fire, as we erewhile, astounded and amazd, No wonder, falln such a pernicious height Farewell happy fields... where joy forever dwells Hail horrors, Hail Ashtoreth holding the sulphuric fumes Chaind on the burning lake, nor ever thence Had risn or heavd, but large to Harvest Bright scythe Harvest and Hail and Kill Might heap on damnation Forthwith upright rears from off the Pool How all malice servd but to bring forth Confusion, wrath and vengeance Then lady Death With expanded wings steer the flight Aloft, incumbent on the dusky Air Thence conceiving fire And move towards the shore... Fumes she holdeth Infernal world and thou profoundest hell Sulphur lakes Came Ashtoreth with crescent Horns Thou whose bright image nightly by the Moon Virgins paid their vows and Songs, Thee Queen In pale skin Command the warlike sound And hold the fumes of Erebus Of trumpets loud and Clarions be upreard Mighty chivalry With gems and Golden lustre rich imblazd Seraphic arms and Trophies Sonorous metal blowing Martial sounds Fumes she holdeth At which the universal Host Upsent, a shout that tore Hells concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment through the gloom were seen A forest huge of spears the thronging Helms Appeard and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable Anon they move In perfect Phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes To height of noblest temper Heroes old Arming to battle Movd on in silence to soft pipes that charmd Painful steps oer the burnt soil Horridus Visages and stature as of Gods Of Phlegra with th Heroic race joind Of Glory obscured Shorn pf beams, or from behind the Moon In dim Eclipse disastrous twilight sheds Darkend so, yet shone Deep scars of thunder had intrencht Of Dulcet symphonies and voices sweet Dropt from the Zenith like a falling star Farewell happy fields... Hail horrors, Hail To the frozen glare of Ceridwen upon a silver altar Farewell happy fields... Sulphurlike moors of blazing fire On the palms of her hands Hail horrors, Hail! Fumes she holdeth...
hail, fume, holdeth, farewell, ashtoreth