But I Must Bear My Destiny As

Those Who Would Learn Must Suffer. In Our Own Despair, Against Our Will, Wisdom Comes To Us.

When A Man Takes The Road To Destruction, The Gods Help Him Along.

Arrogance Is Truly The Child Of Impiety, But From Health Of Soul Comes Happiness, Dear To All, Much Prayed For.

The Moving Light, Rejoicing In Its Strength, Sped From The Pyre Of Pine, And Urged Its Way, In Golden Glory, Like Some Strange New Sun.

The Act Of Evil Breeds Others To Follow, Young Sins In Its Own Likeness.