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