Worse Than A True Evil Is It

Soon All Of You Immortals Will Be As Dead As We Are! Come On Then, What Are You Waiting For? Have You Run Out Of Thunderbolts?

This Is Sweet To See Your Foe, Perish And Pay To Justice All He Owes.

I Love The Old Way Best, The Simple Way Of Poison, Where We Too Are Strong As Men.

Wine Is A Terrible Foe, Hard To Wrestle With.

Lucky That Man Whose Children Make His Happiness In Life And Not His Grief, The Anguished Disappointment Of His Hopes.