There Will Be Killing Till The Score

Nothing Feebler Does Earth Nurture Than Man, Of All Things Breathing And Moving.

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.

Come, Weave Us A Scheme So I Can Pay Them Back! Stand Beside Me, Athena, Fire Me With Daring, Fierce As The Day We Ripped Troy's Glittering Crown Of Towers Down. Stand By Me - Furious Now As Then, My Bright-eyed One - And I Would Fight Three Hundred Men, Great Goddess, With You To Brace Me, Comrade-in-arms In Battle!

Always To Be Best, And Distinguished Above The Rest.

Look, I'm Not Asking You To Like Me, I'm Not Asking You To Put Yourself In A Position Where I Can Touch Your Goodies, I'm Just Asking You To Be Fair.