Woe, Destruction, Ruin, And Decay; The Worst

But Shall We Wear These Glories For A Day? Or Shall They Last, And We Rejoice In Them?

In Thy Face I See The Map Of Honour, Truth And Loyalty.

What A Fool Honesty Is.

Chewing The Food Of Sweet And Bitter Fancy.

Like Madness, Is The Glory Of This Life.