Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)

Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.

I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.

En la vida hay tinieblas, mi niña, pero también hay luces. Y tu eres la luz de toda luz.

I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.