Goddess Of Song, Teach Me The Story

Praise Me Not Too Much, Nor Blame Me, For Thou Speakest To The Greeks Who Know Me.

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.

I'm Like That Guy Who Single-handedly Built The Rocket And Flew To The Moon. What Was His Name? Apollo Creed?

That Is The Gods' Work, Spinning Threads Of Death Through The Lives Of Mortal Men, An All To Make A Song For Those To Come.

We're Goin Bowling. If We Don't Come Back, Avenge Our Deaths.