...if Fifty Bands Of Men Surrounded Us/

What Mighty Woes To Thy Imperial Race From Woman Rose.

Bad Herdsmen Waste The Flocks Which Thou Hast Left Behind.

[b]ut It Is Only What Happens, When They Die, To All Mortals. The Sinews No Longer Hold The Flesh And The Bones Together, And Once The Spirit Has Let The White Bones, All The Rest Of The Body Is Made Subject To The Fire's Strong Fury, But The Soul Flitters Out Like A Dream And Flies Away.

But You Can't Stop At One, You Wanna Drink Another Woman!

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End.