The serpent came out of the abyss
For a little while to keep track of his infirmities on the most unholy of lands. Oh Providence!
That we have to suffer the glare of his hatred,
That we like children abandoned have to cower from his presence.
But the serpent still is.
Save us dear Heaven.
Our time is finite and,
we are afraid of the hydra.
Save us from treachery.
And from this gloomiest of terrors, escape us.