I sit in darkness

With wine, poetry and lies

I sit in darkness

With wine, poetry and lies

Perhaps at this moment, seven o'clock in the evening, a child is just going into Hell. Tomorrow evening at seven o'clock, go and knock at the gates of Hell, and ask what the child is doing. The devils will go and look. Then they will come back again and say, the child is burning! Go in a week and ask what the child is doing; you will get the same answer — it is burning! <...> Go in a million of years and ask the same question; the answer is just the same — it is burning! So if you go forever and ever, you will always get the same answer — it is burning in the fire!

I sit in darkness

With wine, poetry and lies

I sit in darkness

With wine, poetry and lies

I sit in darkness

With wine, poetry and lies

Wine, poetry and lies

Wine, poetry and lies

Wine, poetry and lies

Poetry and lies

Perhaps on a dark lonesome night you may have seen something waving backwards and forwards in the air. The sound of it was sad and mournful. It frightened you <...> Such a sound there is in Hell. It passes on without stopping from one end of Hell to the other. As it comes sweeping past, you hear it. What then is this dismal sound? It is the sound of Eternity...