No Compass Has Ever Been Invented For

High In The Air Rises The Forest Of Oaks, High Over The Oaks Soar The Eagle, High Over The Eagle Sweep The Clouds, High Over The Clouds Gleam The Stars... High Over The Stars Sweep The Angels.

Graves They Say Are Warm'd By Glory; Foolish Words And Empty Story.

Wherever They Burn Books They Will Also, In The End, Burn Human Beings.

That Was Only The Beginning - Where One Burns Books, One Will Finally Also Burn People.

A Fool May Talk, But A Wise Man Speaks.