Midway upon the road of our life I found myself within a dark wood, for the right way had been missed.
E come sare' io sense lui corso?
E come sare' io sense lui corso?
Behold the beast because of which I turned; help me against her, famous sage, for she makes any veins and pulses tremble."
she never sates her greedy will
whatso thou art, or shade or real man
pierced my heart with fear,
