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!