Once To Die Is Better Than Length

Old Men Are Children Once Again A Dream That Sways And Wavers Into The Hard Light Of Day.

Of All The Gods Only Death Does Not Desire Gifts.

The Cure Is In The House, Not Brought By Other Hands From Distant Places, But By Its Own, In Agony And Blood.

Know Yourself And Fit Yourself To New Fashions. For There Is A New Ruler Among The Gods.

And Now It Goes As It Goes And Where It Ends Is Fate. And Neither By Singeing Flesh Nor Tipping Cups Of Wine Nor Shedding Burning Tears Can You Enchant Away The Rigid Fury.