Performance: The feast during the plague

There is rapture in the battle,
And the dark abyss at the edge,
And infuriated ocean
Amid the menacing waves and stormy darkness,
And in the Arabian hurricane,
And in the breath of Plague.
Everything, everything that threatens death,
For heart mortal conceals
Ineffable enjoyment
Immortality, maybe, pledge!
And happy is he who amid unrest
To find them and to know they could.

Yeah! Louise ill; in it, I thought
The language of judging a man's heart.
But so - gentle weak cruel,
And fear lives in the soul, in the throes of passion!