He Lives Not Long Who Battles With

The Son Of Saturn Gave The Nod With His Dark Brows. The Ambrosial Curls Upon The Sovereign One's Immortal Head Were Shaken, And With Them The Mighty Mount, Olympus Trembled.

Wine Can Of Their Wits The Wise Beguile, Make The Sage Frolic, And The Serious Smile

We Battle On In Words, As Always, Mere Words, And What's The Cure? We Cannot Find A Thing.

Always To Be Best, And Distinguished Above The Rest.

Strife, Only A Slight Thing When She First Rears Her Head But Her Head Soon Hits The Sky As She Strides Across The Earth.