To torment souls with wild revel.
With bony claws of razored steel
They clutch the naked soul and seal
Thereon their hellish dies ...
... Midst eldritch yelps, and cries
Of fiendish triumph—echoed by the skies—
They bear the gasping soul,
Livid and seared, through voids that roll
Away in endless horrors up to the goal
Of all lost souls: and there