There Is The Heat Of

Blame The Guy Who Doesn't Speak Engish.

Bursts As A Wave That From The Clouds Impends, And Swell'd With Tempests On The Ship Descends; White Are The Decks With Foam; The Winds Aloud Howl O'er The Masts, And Sing Through Every Shroud: Pale, Trembling, Tir'd, The Sailors Freeze With Fears; And Instant Death On Every Wave Appears.

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

The Rule Of The Many Is Not Well. One Must Be Chief In War And One The King.

A Hunter Of Shadows, Himself A Shade.