The Smylere With The Knyf Under The

Certain, When I Was Born, So Long Ago, Death Drew The Tap Of Life And Let It Flow; And Ever Since The Tap Has Done Its Task, And Now There's Little But An Empty Cask.

The Devil Can Only Destroy Those Who Are Already On Their Way To Damnation.

Many Small Make A Great.

Yet In Our Ashen Cold Is Fire Yreken.

To Maken Vertue Of Necessite.