Black Smoke, The Flickering Sister Of Fire.

Against Necessity, Against Its Strength, No One Can Fight And Win.

Whoever Is New To Power Is Always Harsh.

Time Waxing Old Can Many A Lesson Teach.

On Me The Tempest Falls. It Does Not Make Me Tremble. O Holy Mother Earth, O Air And Sun, Behold Me. I Am Wronged.

The Seed Of Mortals Broods O'er Passing Things, And Hath Nought Surer Than The Smoke-cloud's Shadow.