None of my words is adorned with devoutness
And I do not endeavour [bad word] over sin
She lurks... and blemishes me with unbearable disgrace

Tearfully attempt though to debar me from rising up against thee
For you bear a void grandeur before a void idol

Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra!

Abel... what is this blood on my hands?
...where have I been?
My punishment is greater than I can bear.

Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra!