None of my words is adorned with devoutness
And I do not endeavour to rule over sin
She lurks... And blemishes me with unbearable disgrace
Fearfully attempt trough no debar me from rising up against thee
For you bear a void grandeur before a void idol
Box sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra!
Abel... What is this blood on my hands?
Where have I been?
My punishment is greater than I can bear
Box sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra!

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