Preludium lyrics

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."

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.