Translations of the Orphic Hymns from The Orphic Hymns; A New Translation for the Occult Practitioner by Patrick Dunn

I will sing of night, the mother of gods and of humans.

Nyx, the source of all things, 

Whom we may also call Kypris, hear me,

Blessed goddess shining in the dark sky,

Filled with bright stars, rejoicing in silent nights of sleeping peace;

Mirthful and happy, you love all-night vigils, mother of dreams.

You banish care, gently pushing away pains;

Giver of sleep, friend to all, night shining 

You lead your horses forth, and half the time, you wander the earth; 

And then, the heavens, wheeling about in your air-haunting hunt.

You send forth light into the depths, then flee to Hades;

For dreadful necessity governs all.

Now I call on you, happy, much beloved,

Hearing my supplicating voice,

Kindly come, and drive back the fears of night.

I might translate this article later today. This one was the most complete one, even in Italian news it's not talked about that much.

『 Psychopomp 』

Inspired by Souls on the Banks of the Acheron by Adolf Hirémy-Hirschl

Achilles Wounded in the Heel by Paris.  1850.

Charles Alphonse Achille Gumery. French 1827-1871. plaster.

The Milky Way over Monument Valley

Statue of Tyche, A.D. 2nd century, Istanbul, Archaeological Museum

Greek cosmetic vase with a ram's head

6th century BCE