'And there before them, in an infernal parody of godhead, they see Satan in the distance, his great wings beating like a windmill. It is their beating that is the source of the icy wind of Cocytus, the exhalation of all evil. All about him in the ice are strewn the sinners of the last round. They lie completely sealed in ice, twisted and distorted into every conceivable posture. It is impossible to speak to them, Satan is fixed into the ice at the center to which flows all the rivers of guilt and as he beats his great wings as if to escape, their icy wind only freezes him more surely into the polluted ice. In a grotesque parody of the Trinity he has three faces, each a different color, and in each mouth he clamps a sinner whom he rips eternally with his teeth.' -Dante