How Prone To Doubt, How

I've Finally Tapped Into That Spirit Of Self-destruction That Makes Rock-n-roll The King Of Music!

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.

The Outcome Of The War Is In Our Hands; The Outcome Of Words Is In The Council.

Accept These Grateful Tears...for Thee They Flow, For Thee... That Ever Felt Another's Woe.

Zeus Most Glorious And Most Great, Thundercloud, Throned In The Heavens! Let Not The Sun Go Down And The Darkness Come, Until I Cast Down Headlong The Citadel Of Priam In Flames, And Burn His Gates With Blazing Fire, And Tear To Rags The Shirt Upon Hectors Breast! May Many Of His Men Fall About Him Prone In The Dust And Bite The Earth!