Obedient To Constraint, I Was Compelled To

Don't Be Afraid, Queen ... Don't Be Afraid, Queen, The Blood Has Long Since Gone Into The Earth. And Where It Was Spilled, Grapevines Are Already Growing.

I Hereby Certify That The Bearer Of This Note, Nikolai Ivanovich, Spent The Night In Question At Satan's Ball, Having Been Lured There In A Transportational Capacity... Hella, Put In Parentheses! And Write 'hog.' Signed- Behemoth.

Yes, Man Is Mortal, But That Would Be Only Half The Trouble. The Worst Of It Is That He's Sometimes Unexpectedly Mortal—there's The Trick!

A Dog's Spirit Dies Hard.

There's Only One Degree Of Freshness — The First, Which Makes It Also The Last