He Who Laughs On Friday Will Weep

Hell, Covering All With Its Gloomy Vapors, Has Cast Shadows On Even The Holiest Eyes.

The Joys Of The Evil Flow Away Like A Torrent.

The Quarrels Of Lovers Are The Renewal Of Love.

The Day Is Not Purer Than The Depths Of My Heart.

I Embrace My Rival, But Only To Strangle Him.