Truth Is Always The First Casualty Of

With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.

For Wherein Is Life Sweet To Him Who Suffers Grief?

For By The Will Of The Gods Fate Hath Held Sway Since Ancient Days.

My Will Is Mine...i Shall Not Make It Soft For You.

But Still The Block Of Vengeance Firm Doth Stand, And Fate, As Swordsmith, Hammers Blow On Blow.