God Lends A Helping Hand To The

I Warn The Marauder Dragging Plunder, Chaotic, Rich Beyond All Rights: He'll Strike His Sails, Harried At Long Last, Stunned When The Squalls Of Torment Break His Spars To Bits.

Truly Even He Errs That Is Wiser Than The Wise.

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

Delay Not To Seize The Hour!

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