trunca dehinc nemora advolvunt, maestusque sacerdos tres Hecatae totidemque satis Acheronte nefasto virginibus iubet esse focos; tibi, rector Averni, quamquam infossus humo superat tamen agger in auras pineus; hunc iuxta cumulo minor ara profundae erigitur Cereri; frontes atque omne cupressus intexit plorata latus.
Then they roll up tree trunks and the gloomy priest orders three hearths made for Hecate and as many for the virgin daughters of accursed Acheron.  For you, ruler of Avernus, rises into the air a piny mound, though dug into the soil. Next to that is reared an altar of lesser pile to Ceres of the depth.  In front and on every side lamented cypress twines.
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