Success! To Thee, As To A God,

For A Murderous Blow Let Murderous Blow Atone.

High Fortune, This In Man's Eye Is God And More Than God Is This.

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

There Is A Time When Fear Is Good And Ought To Remain Seated As A Guardian Of The Heart.

They Sent Forth Men To Battle, But No Such Men Return; And Home, To Claim Their Welcome, Come Ashes In An Urn