Now From The Smooth Deep

What Greater Glory Attends A Man Than What He Wins With His Racing Feet And His Striving Hands?

The Son Of Saturn Gave The Nod With His Dark Brows. The Ambrosial Curls Upon The Sovereign One's Immortal Head Were Shaken, And With Them The Mighty Mount, Olympus Trembled.

Goddess Of Song, Teach Me The Story Of A Hero.

Ah, Beer, My One Weakness. My Achille's Heel, If You Will.

Go On With A Spirit That Fears Nothing.