...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

"Impia Tortorum longos his turba

furores sanguinis innocui

non satiata, aluit

Sospite nunc patria, fracto nunc funcris antro

mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque tenent"