Every man makes a god of his own desire
Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched
The wavering multitude is divided into opposite factions.
Angels boast ethereal vigor, and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.
Oh you who are born of the gods, easy is the descent into Hell. The door of darkness stands open day and night. But to retrace your steps, and come back out into the brightness above, that is the work, that is the labor.
O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!