The God Of War Is Impartial: He

Ill Fares The State Where Many Masters Rule; Let One Be Lord, One King Supreme.

Too Many Kings Can Ruin An Army

The Journey Is Its Own Reward.

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

Like The Generations Of Leaves, The Lives Of Mortal Men. Now The Wind Scatters The Old Leaves Across The Earth, Now The Living Timber Bursts With The New Buds And Spring Comes Round Again. And So With Men: As One Generation Comes To Life, Another Dies Away.