The Bird of Hermes is my name, Eating my Wings to make me tame.

No matter how many stones you throw at the water's surface, no matter how much you step on a shadow, the water's surface does not disappear, the shadow does not disappear.

In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen.

The Bird of Hermes is my name, Eating my Wings to make me tame.

I wish I had been born a storm. No heart, no tears, just a terrible gale'd been good.

Beautiful night, isn't it, Police Girl? It's especially beautiful, of course, if you're a bloodsucker.

He who is neither human nor demon is not the dawn nor the dusk.