Who art thou, Johann? Without hesitation, you are in control of all life; all death. Even Angel Myklye!

Yoham and I, we danced with Death, oh! Oh! Death, what step, what groove, what hop of the Lindees! Are you of Mortales? Hop, hop! Yoham you Jew of infinity! Thine hair; silver! Shine!

Ohm, Yoham, you moon! Proud, proud moon! Of silver, of gold … you ghost! Leave us not …

Our body suffers, he sleeps, he is of strength diminish’d! Yoham … You, mine Lad, of orthodoxy not-too-strong, of freedoms and Judaism mystikal! Logik, Yoham? Art thou un-logikal? Like that! fair Moomin? Ayem ayem oh!

Ohm, Brandon, Proud Hindoom, Proud Yew!
Ayem, ayem ohm!

Art thou Dath? You age, ancièn, silver, Gray!

Brandon the Ladd (Die Ungere)

Art thou cursive? Yes, there is more in ancient Pikkiya, country olde … Brandon, Brandon, on knoll so green, so mystikal! Aye, I can speak no more, I have no voice, I am Sound!

Yan-Olaf of the Mountain, speak my words, speak ungrammatically, speak freely, free, Free! Angel Myklye!