It Is Always The Season For The

Black Smoke, The Flickering Sister Of Fire.

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

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

Too Few Rejoice At A Friend's Good Fortune.

The Field Of Doom Bears Death As Its Harvest.