Though far away, I will chase you with murky brands and, when chill death has severed soul and body, everywhere my shade shall haunt you.

To what crime do you not drive the hearts of men, accursed hunger for gold?

Facilis descensus Averno:Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis;Sed revocare gradium superasque evadere ad auras,Hoc opus, hic labor est.(The gates of Hell are open night and day;Smooth the descent, and easy is the way:But to return, and view the cheerful skies,In this task and mighty labor lies.)

Each of us bears his own Hell.

Macte virtute, sic itur ad astra.("excellence is the way to the stars" - IX.641)

But the queen--too long she has suffered the pain of love,hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood,consumed by the fire buried in her heart. [...]His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling--no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none.

the dank night is sweeping down from the skyand the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.

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 pit of night,before I dishonor you, my conscience, break your laws.

..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the seaand what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl...