A Hunter Of Shadows, Himself A Shade.

I, For One, Know Of No Sweeter Sight For A Man's Eyes Than His Own Country.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.

For Fate Has Wove The Thread Of Life With Pain, And Twins Ev'n From The Birth Are Misery And Man!

The Proof Of Battle Is Action, Proof Of Words, Debate. No Time For Speeches Now, It's Time To Fight.

There Is No Greater Glory That Can Befall A Man That What He Achieves With The Speed Of His Feet Or The Strength Of His Hands.