Make Me Immortal With A Kiss.

O, Thou Art Fairer Than The Evening Air Clad In The Beauty Of A Thousand Stars.

What Feeds Me Destroys Me.

You Must Be Proud, Bold, Pleasant, Resolute, And Now And Then Stab, As Occasion Serves.

Unhappy Spirits That Fell With Lucifer, / Conspired Against Our God With Lucifer, / And Are For Ever Damned With Lucifer.

You Stars That Reigned At My Nativity, Whose Influence Hath Allotted Death And Hell.