The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.

Uncontrollable Laughter Arose Among The Blessed Gods.

To Heal Divisions, To Relieve The Oppress'd, In Virtue Rich; In Blessing Others, Bless'd.

A Shamefaced Man Makes A Bad Beggar.

Strife And Confusion Joined The Fight, Along With Cruel Death, Who Seized One Wounded Man While Still Alive And Then Another Man Without A Wound, While Pulling The Feet Of One More Corpse Out From The Fight. The Clothes Death Wore Around Her Shoulders Were Dyed Red With Human Blood.