Lola! now look me straight between the eyes.
Our fate is come upon us. Tell me now
Love still shall arbitrate our destinies,
And joy inform the swart Plutonic brow.
Behold ! the doom foreseen, the doom embraced,
Fastens its fang; the gods of death and birth
Make friends to slay us, Pilate interlaced
With Herod in obscene and murderous mirth.
Lola! come close! confront them! Let us read
The book once sealed, now open to our gaze!
-Avenge our love and vindicate our breed
With courage to the ending of the days.
Since fall we must, 0 arm ourselves aright,
Fall fighting in the forefront of the fight!