The signs of the old flame, I know them well.I pray that the earth gape deep enough to take me downor the almighty Father blast me with one bolt to the shades,the pale, glimmering shades in hell, the...
the dank night is sweeping down from the skyand the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.
Each of us bears his own Hell.
My son, you've seen the temporary fireand the eternal fire; you have reachedthe place past which my powers cannot see.I've brought you here through intellect and art;from now on, let your pleasure be...