And when all the world has been slain upon its blood drenched stage, I pray that I am the voice to stand and deliver its tale unto the captive audience.
For he hath commanded me:
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story.
Unto the world, in the end I shall say in agony:
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince:
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.