Timor Mortis Conturbat Me. The Fear Of

Noble Men In The Quiet Of Morning Hear Indians Singing The Continent's Violent Requiem.

Among My Friends Love Is A Payment. It Is An Old Debt For A Borrowing Foolishly Spent.

Our Pleasance Here Is All Vain Glory, This False Warld Is But Transitory.

Timor Mortis Conturbat Me. The Fear Of Death Disturbs Me.

Gem Of All Joy, Jasper Of Jocundity.