3. anna varney möhtəşəm bir insandı. dünyanın ən gothic lyricslərini yazır. indiyənə qədər heç bir musiqiçiyə özümü bu qədər yaxın, bağlı və doğma hiss etməmişdim.

(baxma: hades pluton)
"see the shape, but can't see through, no-one can ever hate me as well as i do. know when to throw a laugh, know how to force a smile, whatever the intention ...- i'm such a "friendly" lie!"

(baxma: in der palastra)
"silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine. i'm shyly sipping
water … while he drinks whole jugs of wine. he likes all kind of women, and i … i only hate … men.
he marvels at all things new to him … - and i only wait … for all things in this sick world … to end."
"i somewhat envy this naturally beautiful man, he never knew or encountered the hatred and shame that i bare.
the doubt, the cloak of disgust and the all-devouring dread, and if i told him about it,
he might only shake his head with kindly amused, melodious laughter,
he then would perhaps merely smile at my … oh, so stupid silliness …
and the beast that is raging inside."