I War Not With The Dead.

Fate Is The Same For The Man Who Holds Back, The Same If He Fights Hard. We Are All Held In A Single Honor, The Brave With The Weaklings. A Man Dies Still If He Has Done Nothing, As The One Who Has Done Much.

Servants, When Their Lords No Longer Sway, Their Minds No More To Righteous Courses Bend.

Uncontrollable Laughter Arose Among The Blessed Gods.

Shoulder-to-shoulder, Swing To The Work, We Must - Just Two As We Are - If We Hope To Make Some Headway. The Worst Cowards, Banded Together, Have Their Power, But You And I Have Got The Skill To Fight Their Best.

The Glorious Gifts Of The Gods Are Not To Be Cast Aside.