By Time And Age Full

They Sent Forth Men To Battle, But No Such Men Return; And Home, To Claim Their Welcome, Come Ashes In An Urn

What Good Is It To Live A Life That Brings Pains?

I Have Learned To Hate All Traitors, And There Is No Disease That I Spit On More Than Treachery.

It Is The Nature Of Mortals To Kick A Fallen Man.

For It Would Be Better To Die Once And For All Than To Suffer Pain For All One's Life.