As before, the chorus responds in a sweet harmonious strain (“All thy Thunders here are harmless”), again followed by the slow and sonorous chant of the bells:—
“Defunctos ploro!
Pestem fugo!
Festa decoro!”
Lucifer reiterates his command with constantly increasing energy:—
“Shake the casements
Break the painted
Panes that flame with gold and crimson;
Scatter them like leaves of autumn,
Swept away before the blast.”