aut si fata negant reditum tristesque sorores, stamina quae ducunt quaeque futura canunt, me vocet in vastos amnes nigramque paludem dives in ignava luridus Orcus aqua.
But if Fate and the dour sisters who draw the yarn and tell the future deny returning, then let the voice of sallow Orcus, the lord of treasures amidst sluggish waters, call me to his desolate rivers and his black morass.
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