I Would Rather Be Tied To The

The Long Historian Of My Country's Woes.

Is He Not Sacred, Even To The Gods, The Wandering Man Who Comes In Weariness?

Why Have You Come To Me Here, Dear Heart, With All These Instructions? I Promise You I Will Do Everything Just As You Ask. But Come Closer. Let Us Give In To Grief, However Briefly, In Each Other's Arms.

No Man Or Woman Born, Coward Or Brave, Can Shun His Destiny.

Even The Bravest Cannot Fight Beyond His Power