None Love, But They Who Wish To

Behind A Veil, Unseen Yet Present, I Was The Forceful Soul That Moved This Mighty Body.

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

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?

He Who Bridles The Fury Of The Billows Knows Also To Put A Stop To The Secret Plans Of The Wicked. Submitting With Respect To His Holy Will, I Fear God, And Have No Other Fear.

Have There Ever Been More Submissive Slaves? Adoring, Even In Their Irons, The God Who Punishes Them.