Note: Translated by an unknown hand. This translation begins: " Frritt. 'Tis the wind! Hark how it lets loose its strength! Flacc. 'Tis the pelting, rain which falls in torrents! The squall bellows as it sweeps across the sea to bend the trees on the cliff, and then pass by to spend its might fruitlessly against mountain side of Crimna. Along the shrinking shore, the high cliffs are snapped at by the waves of the vast Megalocride. Freitt...... Flacc......"