Everyone, To Those Weaker Than Themselves, Is

For The Mighty, Even To Give Away Is Grace.

In Visions Of The Night, Like Dropping Rain, Descend The Many Memories Of Pain.

The Power That Holds The Sky's Majesty Wins Our Worship.

For This Our Task Hath Fate Spun Without Fail To Last For Ever Sure, That We On Man Weighed Down With Deeds Of Hate Should Follow Till The Earth His Life Immure. Nor When He Dies Can He Boast Of Being Truly Free.

For By The Will Of The Gods Fate Hath Held Sway Since Ancient Days.