Be It Mine To Draw From Wisdom's

Black Smoke, The Flickering Sister Of Fire.

Who, Except The Gods, Can Live Time Through Forever Without Any Pain?

This Is A Sickness Rooted And Inherent In The Nature Of A Tyranny: That He That Holds It Does Not Trust His Friends.

We Shall Perish By Guile Just As We Slew.

For A Murderous Blow Let Murderous Blow Atone.