Fumes She Holdeth Lyrics

Farewell happy fields... where joy forever dwells

Hail horrors, Hail

Infernal world and thou profoundest Hell

Aloft incumbent on the dusky Air

Oft, night-founder'd

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 scap't the Stygian flood

Of thund'ring

As the lake with liquid fire

"Grovelling and prostate on yon lake of fire,

As we erewhile, astounded and amaz'd,

No wonder, fall'n such a pernicious height"

Farewell happy fields... where joy forever dwells

Hail horrors, Hail

Ashtoreth holding the sulphuric fumes

Chain'd on the burning lake, nor ever thence

Had ris'n or heav'd, 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 serv'd 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

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And hold the fumes of Erebus

Of trumpets loud and Clarions be uprear'd

Mighty chivalry

With gems and Golden lustre rich imblaz'd

Seraphic arms and Trophies

Sonorous metal blowing Martial sounds

Fumes she holdeth

"At which the universal Host Upsent,

A shout that tore Hell's 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

Appear'd 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

Mov'd on in silence to soft pipes that charm'd

Painful steps o'er the burnt soil

Horridus

Visages and stature as of Gods

Of Phlegra with th' Heroic race join'd

Of Glory obscured

Shorn pf beams, or from behind the Moon

In dim Eclipse disastrous twilight sheds

Darken'd 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...