A Glorious Death Is His,

A Hunter Of Shadows, Himself A Shade.

Earth Sounds My Wisdom, And High Heaven My Fame.

Being Eaten By A Crocodile Is Just Like Going To Sleep...in A Giant Blender.

Fear, O Achilles, The Wrath Of Heaven; Think On Your Own Father And Have Compassion Upon Me, Who Am The More Pitiable

In Saffron-colored Mantle From The Tides Of Oceans Rose The Morning To Bright Light To Gods And Men.