Hide Me From Day's Garish Eye.

And To The Faithful: Death, The Gate Of Life.

He Left It In Thy Power, Ordaind Thy Will By Nature Free, Not Over-rul'd By Fate Inextricable, Or Strict Necessity.

The Angel Ended, And In Adam's Ear So Charming Left His Voice, That He Awhile Thought Him Still Speaking, Still Stood Fix'd To Hear.

Which Way I Fly Is Hell; Myself Am Hell.

Dim Eclipse, Disastrous Twilight.