Preludium
Of the primeval priest's assumed powerwhen eternals spurned back his religionand gave him a place in the northobscure, shadowly, void, solitary
Eternals, I hear your call gladly,dictate swift winged words, and fear notto unfold your dark vision of torment."
Impia Tortorum longos his turba furoressanguinis innocui, non satiata, aluit.Sospite nunc patria, fracto nunc funeris antro,mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque tenent.