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.