O Dark, Dark, Dark, Amid The Blaze

My Sentence Is For Open War.

Evil, Be Thou My Good.

Fairest Of Stars, Last In The Train Of Night, If Better Thou Belong Not To The Dawn.

First Moloch, Horrid King, Besmirched In Blood, Of Human Sacrifice, And Parent's Tears, Though, For The Noise Of Drums And Timbrels Loud, Their Childrens' Cries Unheard, That Passed Through Fire, To His Grim Idol.

Live While Ye May, Yet Happy Pair.