The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

Servants, When Their Lords No Longer Sway, Their Minds No More To Righteous Courses Bend.

I Won't Lie To You, Fatherhood Isn't Easy Like Motherhood.

We Are Quick To Flare Up, We Races Of Men On The Earth.

Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil Shall Be Done And Shall Admit No Cure.

The Force Of Union Conquers All.