When A Man Dies, Flesh Is Frayed

Hungry Wailing Standeth Not Aloof.

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

I Pray The Gods Will Give Me Some Relief And End This Weary Job. One Long Full Year I've Been Lying Here, On This Rooftop, The Palace Of The Sons Of Atreus, Resting On My Arms, Just Like A Dog. I've Come To Know The Night Sky, Every Star, The Powers We See Glittering In The Sky, Bringing Winter And Summer To Us All, As The Constellations Rise And Sink.

Long Tarries Destiny, But Comes To Those Who Pray.

When A Man Dies, Flesh Is Frayed And Broken In The Fire, But Not His Will.