[Slumbrously.]

Ulfr! Ulfr sofnathi!

ODIN

O thou

Dumb spirit of the mind! O mystery!

Were there a god whom Odin might invoke,

To thee would Odin sue for pity.—Ages,

A thousand ages, anguish;

Anguish, remorse, forgiveness, malediction,

[Pg 5]

Light into darkness, horror into hope,

Revolving evermore.—O pain, O pain,

Sear not my spirit blind!—Thou, tameless wolf,

God of the void eternal retrograde,

Prone deity of self, by that thou art—

Illimitable passion, joyance mad

Of being, hate, brute-cunning, gnawing lust,

Fenris, I curse thee.

[Fenris wakes.]

THE PACK

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