Cum actis, cum ore, cum core
Laudabimus mortem,
Humana salvationem.
Sit gloria mortis
Sit gloria finis
Terrena vacuitas
Voluptatibus divinis"
When man sinned, God erecuted the penalty on him.
What more righteous deed than ascending to
The divine by questing after eternal lore?
What more thoughtful deed than the one done by the high-minded snake,
Commanded to crawl, rather than flying,
And be crushed by a woman whose childbearing was
Unnatural and conception loathsome, inhuman abnormal?
Glorious and bright, judicious and right,
The Morning Star is thus forced to fade
Before the despotic Sunlight giving life...
And death.
When an sinned, God erecuted the penalty on him.
Sin was the end and death yet the beginning.
Ceaselessly I will choose sin,
And I will sin for even a sole beam of the Star catching and
Illuminating me,
Rather serving the one who doth not illuminate but darken with light.
And once his avenger will come to me,
I will fir my eyes on his and let him seize me.
And whilst he will draw his blade
Across my throath, my stare will pierce him.
And proudly that son consciously sinning will go away.
Yet, he will not die, but God Almighty will.
Yet, he will no longer be one of
His sons, but an Almighty God himself.