All Places Shall Be Hell That Are

Hell Strives With Grace For Conquest In My Breast. What Shall I Do To Shun The Snares Of Death?

Is It Not Passing Brave To Be A King And Ride In Triumph Through Persepolis?

You Stars That Reigned At My Nativity, Whose Influence Hath Allotted Death And Hell.

Unhappy Spirits That Fell With Lucifer, / Conspired Against Our God With Lucifer, / And Are For Ever Damned With Lucifer.

Our Swords Shall Play The Orators For Us.