The Face Of Tyranny Is Always Mild

The Joys Of The Evil Flow Away Like A Torrent.

Do Not They Bring It To Pass By Knowing That They Know Nothing At All?

To Save Our Imperiled Honor Everything Must Be Sacrificed, Even Virtue.

Hell, Covering All With Its Gloomy Vapors, Has Cast Shadows On Even The Holiest Eyes.

And Do You Count For Nothing God Who Fights For Us?