Preludium

"Of the primeval priest's assumed power when eternals spurned 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." [Taken from "Preludium", William Blake] "Impia Tortorum longos his turba furores sanguinis innocui, non satiata, aluit. Sospite nunc patria, fracto nunc funeris antro, mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque tenent." [Taken from "The pit and the pendulum", E.A Poe]