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