Preludium

«Of the primeval priest’s assum’d power
When eternals spurn’d back his religion
And gave him a place in the north
Obscure, shadowy, void, solitary
Eternals! I hear your call gladly
Dictate swift winged words, and fear not
To unfold your dark vision of torment."
Impia tortorum longos his turba furores sanguinis innocui non satiata, aluit.
Sospite nuin
Patria, fracto nuin funeris antro, mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque tenent