Оригинален текст
" Why so soft , Omy brothers.. So pliend and yielding..
...how can you one day triumph with me...
Rejoice in sweet submission of murder, of conceit
How can you ever triumph with me?!?!
Id rather be wretced and broken
Than join into your fraudulent joy
Id rather leave my will unspoken
Than stain it in your sick vaudeville