And Hell is the best of abodes.
’Tis reached through the Valley of Clods
By seventy beautiful roads.
Hurrah for the Seventy Roads!
Hurrah for the clods that resound
With a hollow, thundering sound!
Hurrah for the Best of Abodes!
We’ll serve him as long as we’ve breath—
Jack Satan, the greatest of gods.
To all of his enemies, death!—