When A Tongue Fails To Send Forth

It Is Always The Season For The Old To Learn.

For This Our Task Hath Fate Spun Without Fail To Last For Ever Sure, That We On Man Weighed Down With Deeds Of Hate Should Follow Till The Earth His Life Immure. Nor When He Dies Can He Boast Of Being Truly Free.

To Be Fortunate Is God, And More Than God To Mortals.

The Saying Goes That The Gods Leave A Town Once It Is Captured.

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