Everyone Knows Rock N' Roll Attained Perfection

Lay Ye Down The Golden Chain From Heaven, And Pull At Its Inferior Links Both Goddesses And Gods.

The Chance Of War Is Equal, And The Slayer Oft Is Slain.

Hunger Is Insolent, And Will Be Fed.

I Too Shall Lie In The Dust When I Am Dead, But Now Let Me Win Noble Renown.

How Prone To Doubt, How Cautious Are The Wise!