Never Love With All Your Heart, It

Ever At Thy Glowing Altar Must My Heart Grow Sick And Falter, Wishing He I Served Were Black.

We Shall Not Always Plant While Others Reap

Lord, I Fashion Dark Gods, Too, Daring Even To Give You Dark Despairing Features

Dame Poverty Gave Me My Name, And Pain Godfathered Me.

I Cut My Teeth As The Black Raccoon-- For Implements Of Battle.