...I composed the same dead body, spirit and soul, and the nature of all the elements and the darkness... captured by sin from the transgression of Hades, nature...
we saw in it all the art of dread
splendid procession of grief
gloam the blank wet without
a grimy kind of dream, we could imagine ourselves
throwing infinitive bereavement, if I deserve to die...
I'll die rejected
...Dying in peace
...not having tried mercy to stir others how
mercy I myself am captured, through cowardice with great fear
the new need is the fear of death... the dead soul is secret
the fires of our philosophy, our oil our work the sphere we call darkness, transmute...
mother of all miserables, take my deplored soul
deflesh the ephemeral body, collect the bones and limbs
put an end to my penury, mother of mercy
br/>the ether of somber divinity is our glory.