Art Is Far Feebler Than Necessity.

Black Smoke, The Flickering Sister Of Fire.

Only One Accomplishment Is Beyond Both The Power And The Mercy Of The Gods. They Cannot Make The Past As Though It Had Never Been.

Ares Ever Loves To Pluck All The Fairest Flower Of An Armed Host.

You Have Been Trapped In The Inescapable Net Of Ruin By Your Own Want Of Sense.

Respect The Altar Of Justice And Do Not, Looking To Profit, Dishonor It By Spurning With Godless Foot; For Punishment Will Come Upon You.