The world displays so many colors, I see them all with eyes shut tight. Am I the only one without others? I search but find no soul in sight!
Those who speak of love and goodness are all frauds; In passion's game, what triumphs but raw lust!? I'll scream and birth new laws that shake the gods...how many shards! I will not stay silent, I'll crush the genteel's quiet thrust.
Fear me, for I know what's cooking in your pot! I've come only to make you quake with dread... Come now, speak up loud, how much more whispering what? Ah, the refined even love goodness just to be well-bred!