...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 nuin patria, fracto nuin funeris antro, mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque tenent" [Taken from "The pit and the pendulum", E.A Poe]