| Deep down the earth the river filled with fire consumes the dead with obolus
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| shining in their empty eyes, leaving no trace of what they once used to be…
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| For they were abandoned by those who believed to be gods…
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| «Through me the way is to the city dolent;
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| Through me the way is to eternal dole;
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| Through me the way among the people lost
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| Justice incited my sublime Creator;
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| Created me divine Omnipotence
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| The highest Wisdom and the primal Love
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| Before me there were no created things
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| Only eterne, and I eternal last
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| (All hope abandon, ye who enter in!)» *
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| All memories of those abandoned by the gods fade away
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| Transforming them into superior lives for they cannot stay
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| Fear no gods! |
| As thou are god yourself, rise thy swords!
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| Quench their thirst! |
| As thou are god yourself… fear no gods!
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| «(…) Commingled are they with that caitiff choir
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| Of Angels, who have not rebellious been
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| Nor faithful were to God, but were for self
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| The heavens expelled them, not to be less fair (…) *
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| Fear no gods! |
| As thou are god yourself, rise thy swords!
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| Quench their thirst! |
| As thou are god yourself… fear no gods!
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| «These have no longer any hope of death;
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| And this blind life of theirs is so debased
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| They envious are of every other fate
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| No fame of them the world permits to be» * |