As Phantoms Frighten Beasts When

The Infernal Storm, Eternal In Its Rage, Sweeps And Drives The Spirits With Its Blast; It Whirls Them, Lashing Them With Punishment. When They Are Swept Back Past Their Place Of Judgment Then Come The Shrieks, Laments, And Anguished Cries; There They Blaspheme God's Almighty Power.

Do Not Desert Me When I Need You Most. And If We Can't Go On Together, Let's Retrace Our Steps As Quickly As We Can.

O Mortal Men, Be Wary Of How Ye Judge.

Do Not Be Afraid; Our Fate Cannot Be Taken From Us; It Is A Gift.

Curb Your Talent Lest It Speed Where Virtue Does Not Guide.