I Felt For My Crime A Just

When Will The Veil Be Lifted That Casts So Black A Night Over The Universe? God Of Israel, Lift At Last The Gloom: For How Long Will You Be Hidden?

You Feign Guilt In Order To Justify Yourself.

According As The Man Is, So Must You Humour Him.

A Tragedy Need Not Have Blood And Death; It's Enough That It All Be Filled With That Majestic Sadness That Is The Pleasure Of Tragedy.

The Glory Of My Name Increases My Shame. Less Known By Mortals, I Could Better Escape Their Eyes.