......Mortuum itstum componi corpore, spuiritu et anima,  eumque natura elementorum omnium et obscuritatem  assumisse.... egosum qam sum de stirpe  diabolica pro liberatione et dissoultione generis  humani peccato captivati ex transgressione adae, naturam...  we saw in it all the art of dread  splendid procession of grieve  gloam the blank wet without  a grimy kind of dream, we could imagine ourselves  throwing infinitive breavement, if I deserve to die...  I'll die dejected  ...In pax moriendi  ...non prius conatus misericordia allis commovere quam  misericordia sum ipse captus, per ignaviam magno metu  novis opus est timor mortis... anima mortuus est secretus  iignis nostrae philosophiae, oleum nostrum nostra opus  macabra, sphera quam tenebrarum vocamus, transmutemini...  mother of all miserables, take my deplored soul  deflesh the ephemeral body, collect the bones and limbs  put an end to my penury, mater misericordiae  the ether of somber divinity, nostra gloria est.