Such Sweet Compulsion Doth In Music Lie.

Death Is The Golden Key That Opens The Palace Of Eternity.

Fate Shall Yield To Fickle Chance, And Chaos Judge The Strife.

From Morn To Noon He Fell, From Noon To Dewy Eve,- A Summer's Day; And With The Setting Sun Dropp'd From The Zenith Like A Falling Star.

A Crown Golden In Show, Is But A Wreath Of Thorns, Bring Dangers, Troubles, Cares, And Sleepless Nights To Him Who Wears The Regal Diadem

Hear All Ye Angels, Progeny Of Light, Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers.