Bosom Upon My Counsel; You'll Find It

Vengeance Is In My Heart, Death In My Hand,blood And Revenge Are Hammering In My Head.

I'll Fight, Till From My Bones My Flesh Be Hacked.

Mine Eyes Smell Onions: I Shall Weep Anon.

There's Nothing Ill Can Dwell In Such A Temple. If The Ill Spirit Have So Fair A House, Good Things Will Strive To Dwell With't

Dream In Light Years, Challenge Miles, Walk Step By Step