Of All The Gods Only Death Does

When Strength Is Yoked With Justice, Where Is A Mightier Pair Than They?

Who Holds A Power But Newly Gained Is Ever Stern Of Mood.

Neither A Life Of Anarchy Nor A Life Under A Despot Should You Praise. To All That Lies In The Middle Has A God Given Excellence.

With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.

The Anvil Of Justice Is Planted Firm, And Fate Who Makes The Sword Does The Forging In Advance.