Infernal regions filled with souls,
No hope of resurrection
Well kept in this dark surrounding,
Left to cruel subjection

But the King of Glory, spreading light, draws near
To give salvation and to dispel all fear
He came to release and save
Those lost and burning souls that crave him!

The Prince of Death and his Prince of Hell
Exercise their godless might
In a permanent state, state of darkness
All their pieces of mankind

The Lords of Hell commence to quarrel
On Satan's sentence, sentence of death
Their sombre impious, impious dominion,
Subjection lies ahead

The bringer of light approaches them,
Trampling on the Prince of Hell
Sets him under the reign of Death
And leaves the Princes to themselves
- to themselves

Infernal regions filled with souls,
No hope of resurrection
Well kept in this dark surrounding,
Left to cruel subjection

[From: The Apocryphal Books: Nicodemus, Chapters 16, 17 and 18]