His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

Once Harm Has Been Done, Even A Fool Understands It.

The Bitter Dregs Of Fortune's Cup To Drain.

Dreams Are Sent By God.

The God Of War Will See Fair Play-he's Often Slain That Wants To Slay!

First You Don't Want Me To Get The Pony, Then You Want Me To Take It Back. Make Up Your Mind!