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The Saying Goes That The Gods Leave A Town Once It Is Captured.

A Great Ox Stands On My Tongue.

The Will Was Of Zeus, The Hand Of Hephaestus.

May Dawn, As The Proverb Goes, Bring Happy Tidings Coming From Her Mother Night.

When The Black And Mortal Blood Of Man Has Fallen To The Ground ... Who Then Can Sing Spells To Call It Back Again?