| Et lvx perpetva Lvceat eis, In longitvdinem diervm... Beati mortvi Qvi in porta inferi morivntvr... Qvae pigra cadavera, Pridem tvmvlis Pvtrefacta jacebant, Volvcres rapientvr in avras... |
And what shines for them The light without end, All never… Happy deaths Who die in the door of the hell… Inert corpses, Slept in the rot of the tombs, Then, sharp like the bird, They will rise in the airs… |