Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing

A Generous Heart Repairs A Slanderous Tongue.

Goddess Of Song, Teach Me The Story Of A Hero.

Why So Much Grief For Me? No Man Will Hurl Me Down To Death, Against My Fate. And Fate? No One Alive Has Ever Escaped It, Neither Brave Man Nor Coward, I Tell You - It’s Born With Us The Day That We Are Born.

It Was Built Against The Will Of The Immortal Gods, And So It Did Not Last For Long.

I Would Rather Be A Serf In A Poor Man's House And Be Above Ground Than Reign Among The Dead.