Invocation of Divine aid.

There is a feeling which to energy

Can wake the humblest of the sons of song,

And rouse to daring ardor all his powers

Of dormant fancy, spite of indolence,

Spite even of fear that hostile tongues may rail

Against his anxious labours, or neglect,

Cold withering at his heart, be the sad doom

Assigned him by a supercilious world.

'Tis that fond wish for an enduring name,

Which urges every warm aspiring mind

To works of excellence and deeds of praise.

Oh ! blame me not, ye censors of the age,

If I confess that wish inspires me now !

I feel it now overcome the lethargy

In which my slothful muse has long been bound

Now, with unwonted courage, it defies

The terrors of derision's bitter taunt,

And that most dreaded doom, the public scorn,

Which grasps and mangles daring vanity.

Bold and determined, now my spirit spreads

Adventurous pinions for an arduous flight,

More arduous than has oft been tried by man,

And with due strength successfully sustained.

Oh! to sustain it till the height be gained

To which so earnestly my soul aspires,

No hope have I but in His mighty aid,

Who bore the bard of Paradise to Heaven,

And there disclosed to him such scenes sublime

And glorious wonders, secrets fit for gods,

As human thought had ne'er before conceived.

Assist me, Thou, whom in his matchless song,

With such acceptance, that great Bard invoked !

Fain would I hope that 'tis from Thee proceeds

The keen desire that animates my soul,

A task so high and venturous to attempt.

My song, which to thy glory I devote,

Would to th' unthinking sons of men unfold

The awful terrors of thy mighty arm,

When raised to vengeance on obdurate guilt,

Shown in the story of that world perverse,

Which, rioting in insolence and crime,

Drew down, at length, the fatal penalty

Of which thy saints had warned it oft in vain.

In pride, and lust, and impious hardihood,

It wallowed long, contemning all thy threats,

Till in full power, thy awful justice rose,

And bade the torrent doom of waters pour

Engulfing ruin on the guilty race ;

Saving of all the human kind alone,

Him and his household, who alone had been,

In faith and in obedience, true to Thee.

Such is the theme which I aspire to sing;

Vast as it is and feeble though I be,

If Thou assist I shall not sing in vain

The Sabbat
The Camarilla
Traditions of Caine
The Antediluvians are the founders of the thirteen vampire clans. They are attributed to be Vampires of incalculable power, each of whom survived the Great Flood. Presumably the Antediluvians are of such age and potency of blood that they possess nearly god-like power.
If the Antediluvians survive in the modern nights they must possess sufficient abilities to hide their existence and activities from the world, particularly considering the monumentous effort that has been put into locating their havens by Cainites of many different factions. As they are commonly believed to be directing the Jyhad, they must also possess an incredible level of influence or knowledge, and perhaps even the ability to manipulate those who bear their blood. In fact, blood lineage is often cited as a factor in an Antediluvian's power, and most assume that each is concerned most of all with their own clan. There are also some examples of ancient vampires bestowing portions of their power to other vampires, and while few of the ancients are described as being actual thaumaturgists, they seem to possess a great deal of versatility, which is evident in the various artifacts created by the clan founders.
Their society turned to violence and evil. By the time the Flood occurred, they had long since closed their eyes to truth and justice. This master-race of super-beings ruled their world and probably eliminated a large portion of the human population.