Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of

Oh, It Is Easy For The One Who Stands Outside The Prison-wall Of Pain To Exhort And Teach The One Who Suffers.

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.

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

For A Murderous Blow Let Murderous Blow Atone.

Making It A Valid Law To Learn By Suffering.