For So I Created Them Free And

Into This Wild Abyss, The Womb Of Nature And Perhaps Her Grave.

A Limbo Large And Broad, Since Call'd The Paradise Of Fools To Few Unknown.

Where Eldest Night And Chaos, Ancestors Of Nature, Hold Eternal Anarchy Amidst The Noise Of Endless Wars, And By Confusion Stand; For Hot, Cold, Moist, And Dry, Four Champions Fierce, Strive Here For Mast'ry.

Come And Trip It As Ye Go On The Light Fantastic Toe.

Hard Are The Ways Of Truth, And Rough To Walk.