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Wednesday, October 16, 2013

What the hell (3)

[5: 6-7]

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Et anzi lui parrebbe un picciol colle,
Tanto la fronte e le gran corna estolle.

Horrida maestà nel fero aspetto
Terrore accresce, e più superbo il rende,
Rosseggian gli occhi, e di veneno infetto
Qual sanguigna cometa il guardo splende;
Le guance involve e su l'irsuto petto
La nera e folta barba hispida scende;
E 'n guisa di voragine profonda
S'apre la bocca d'atro sangue immonda.

[Any biggest mountain] next to him, would look like a small hill, so high does he [Satan] raise his forehead and horns. A repulsive majesty in his fierce features increases a feeling of terror, making him even more superb. His reddish eyes, infected with venom, shine like a blood-colored comet. A black, thick beard hides his cheeks and comes down prickly to his hairy chest; and like a deep pit, his mouth gapes dirty with dark gore.