Sinks My Sad Soul With

His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

I Have No Interest At All In Food And Drink, But Only In Slaughter And Blood And The Agonized Groans Of Mangled Men

A Glorious Death Is His, Who For His Country Falls.

By Hook Or By Crook This Peril Too Shall Be Something That We Remember

And Would'st Thou Evil For His Good Repay?