Armatae face et anguibus a caeco regno squallido furoris sociae barbari, furiae, venite ad nos. Morte, flagello, stragibus vindictam tanti funeris irata nostra pectora duces docete vos. Noli o cara te adorantis Voto Ducis non favere, Et suspiria animae amantis Saltem disce non horrere. Transit aetas, Volant anni, Nostri damni Causa sumus. Vivit anima immortalis Si vitalis Amor, ignis, cuncta fumus. | Armed with fireballs and fire-breathing dragons,1 from your rough, uncouth realm of ravagement, of savage relation, Furies, come to us. With death, scourging and slaughter, revenge for such a death, our enraged hearts, commanders, teach. Do not, o my dear, of an adoring, Devoted lord, find disfavour, And at least learn not to take fright At the sighs of a loving soul. Life passes, Years fly by, Of our loss, We ourselves are the cause. The soul lives immortal If in life, Love and passion are nothing but smoke. |