Lucifer： 
 　　It is not meet for Dominations grave, 
 　　Powers well-disposed in state, thus to give up 
 　　So loosely their established rights; and since 
 　　The supreme Power is by His laws most bound, 
 　　To change becomes Him least. Let all yield 
 　　Who will, not one food shall I e’er retreat. 
 　　Nor hardship dire 
 　　Nor yet disaster nor anathemas 
 　　Shall me intimidate, or tame. 
 　　Here is my Fatherland 
 　　 
 　　Chorus: 
 　　Am I a son 
 　　Of light, a ruler of the light, my place 
 　　I shall maintain, to no usurper bow, 
 　　Not even this Arch-usurper. 
 　　To be the first prince in some lower court 
 　　Is better than 
 　　Within the Blessed light to be the second, 
 　　The second, or even less. 
 　　 
 　　To die, or to gain port 
 　　Around the dreadful cape, this is my destiny. 
 　　Doth fate decree that I must fall. 
 　　Of rank and honours shorn 
 　　Then let me fall; but fall with this my crown 
 　　Upon my brow, this scepter in my grasp, 
 　　With my own retinue of faithful troops, 
 　　And with these many thousands on my side. 
 　　Aye, thus to fall brings honour and shall shed 
 　　Unfading glory on my name.