Everyone, To Those Weaker Than Themselves, Is

In The Sinews Of The Dead There Is No Blood.

Few Men Have The Natural Strength To Honor A Friend's Success Without Envy.

The Saying Goes That The Gods Leave A Town Once It Is Captured.

Suffering Brings Experience.

When The Black And Mortal Blood Of Man Has Fallen To The Ground ... Who Then Can Sing Spells To Call It Back Again?