The Saying Goes That The Gods Leave

Bonds And The Pangs Of Hunger Are Excellent Prophet Doctors For The Wits.

Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than As Dead.

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

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

When We Sleep The Soul Is Lit Up... By Many Eyes, And With Them, We Can See Everything That We Cannot See In The Daytime.