...of the primeval priest's assum'd power
when eternals spurn'd back his religion
and gave him a place in the north obscure
shadowly, void, solitary
Eternals, I hear your call gladly
dictate swift winged words, and fear
not to unfold your dark vision of torment
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"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"