Evil Comes Up Softly Like A Flower.

The World Only Goes Round By Misunderstanding.

The Man Who Says His Evening Prayer Is A Captain Posting His Sentinels. He Can Sleep.

There Exist Only Three Beings Worthy Of Respect: The Priest, The Soldier, The Poet. To Know, To Kill, To Create.

Music Fathoms The Sky.

The Cannon Thunders... Limbs Fly In All Directions... One Can Hear The Groans Of Victims And The Howling Of Those Performing The Sacrifice... It's Humanity In Search Of Happiness.