With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others'

Ask The Gods Nothing Excessive.

Once To Die Is Better Than Length Of Days In Sorrow Without End.

Oaths Are Not The Credit Of Men But Men Of Oaths.

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.

We Shall Perish By Guile Just As We Slew.