Solemn art Thy gifts of passion Since Thou hast welcome'd me before On that primal day Thou hast created Hadst Thou not dared to ease them all
"Thus, fathom her I will Of Earth claimeth she her splendour As trinity dwells she Her spell to cast in rival anger Thy sinful race she doth thus kill"
This is Thy sin, Thy crime, alas Though in my heart the dark doth last A servant yet I am Bound to linearity poison their future entity I will
"Thou hast compelled me to receive Thy will But hear Disgust I feel for Thee Open lies Thy secret and her will I lead Betrayer of the origin Dost Thou now fear Thy hateful seed?"