None of my words is adorned with devoutness
And I do not endeavour to rule 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!