The Will Was Of Zeus, The Hand

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.

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.

For This Our Task Hath Fate Spun Without Fail To Last For Ever Sure, That We On Man Weighed Down With Deeds Of Hate Should Follow Till The Earth His Life Immure. Nor When He Dies Can He Boast Of Being Truly Free.

When A Man Takes The Road To Destruction, The Gods Help Him Along.

Rumours Voiced By Women Come To Nothing.