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From Verdi: Macbeth

Light is languishing, the beacon that eternally
Moves in the vast heavens is dying away !
O desired night, you providentially veil
The guilty hand which is going to strike the blow.
New crime!!... It’s necessary !!
The fatal deed must be done.
The dead do not care to reign ;
Let them rest in eternal peace !
Oh voluptuous pleasure of the throne !
Oh sceptre, finally you are mine !
Every mortal desire
Is silenced and assuaged by you.
He who was predicted king
Will soon fall lifeless.