Even His Griefs Are A Joy Long

Why So Much Grief For Me? No Man Will Hurl Me Down To Death, Against My Fate. And Fate? No One Alive Has Ever Escaped It, Neither Brave Man Nor Coward, I Tell You - It’s Born With Us The Day That We Are Born.

I Guess Some People Never Change... Or, They Quickly Change And Then Quickly Change Back.

Go On With A Spirit That Fears Nothing.

…but There They Lay, Sprawled Across The Field, Craved Far More By The Vultures Than By Wives.

Fate Is The Same For The Man Who Holds Back, The Same If He Fights Hard. We Are All Held In A Single Honor, The Brave With The Weaklings. A Man Dies Still If He Has Done Nothing, As The One Who Has Done Much.