All Live To Die, And Rise To

Goodness Is Beauty In The Best Estate.

It Lies Not In Our Power To Love Or Hate, For Will In Us Is Overruled By Fate.

Our Swords Shall Play The Orators For Us.

Ah Fair Zenocrate, Divine Zenocrate, Fair Is Too Foul An Epithet For Thee.

Had I As Many Souls As There Be Stars, I'd Give Them All For Mephistopheles!