We Shall Perish By Guile Just As

For Sufferers It Is Sweet To Know Before-hand Clearly The Pain That Still Remains For Them.

For Hostile Word Let Hostile Word Be Paid.

Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than As Dead.

The Anvil Of Justice Is Planted Firm, And Fate Who Makes The Sword Does The Forging In Advance.

We Shall Perish By Guile Just As We Slew.