The Anvil Of Justice Is Planted Firm,

Only One Accomplishment Is Beyond Both The Power And The Mercy Of The Gods. They Cannot Make The Past As Though It Had Never Been.

For Somehow This Is Tyranny's Disease, To Trust No Friends.

Wiles And Deceit Are Female Qualities.

Who, Except The Gods, Can Live Time Through Forever Without Any Pain?

I Pray The Gods Will Give Me Some Relief And End This Weary Job. One Long Full Year I've Been Lying Here, On This Rooftop, The Palace Of The Sons Of Atreus, Resting On My Arms, Just Like A Dog. I've Come To Know The Night Sky, Every Star, The Powers We See Glittering In The Sky, Bringing Winter And Summer To Us All, As The Constellations Rise And Sink.