Epilogus from PROMETEIA by QUERCUNIAN CAMERATA

And there is no unwary mortal able to escape the dominion and will of Zeus. Then Prometheus, the son of a Titan, Man’s benefactor, was not even able to free himself of Zeus’ terrible anger, rather the powerful father by force with huge chains banished that one to oblivion there in the confines of distant Scythia.

However, with winged words Prometheus replied: “Nothing will make me die, since the seed of my race have I given to men in a wild fennel-stalk, to employ science and reason against your tyrannical designs.

Oh Zeus, so proud, that the thunderclap flew!

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