My Hands Are Clean, But My Heart

My Hands Are Clean, But My Heart Has Somewhat Of Impurity.

Song Brings Of Itself A Cheerfulness That Wakes The Heart Of Joy.

Terrible Is The Force Of The Waves Of Sea, Terrible Is The Rush Of The River And The Blasts Of Hot Fire, And Terrible Are A Thousand Other Things; But None Is Such A Terrible Evil As Woman.

The Divine Power Moves With Difficulty, But At The Same Time Surely.

Soon All Of You Immortals Will Be As Dead As We Are! Come On Then, What Are You Waiting For? Have You Run Out Of Thunderbolts?