The Stars Move Still, Time Runs, The

It Lies Not In Our Power To Love Or Hate, For Will In Us Is Overruled By Fate.

You Stars That Reigned At My Nativity, Whose Influence Hath Allotted Death And Hell.

We Control Fifty Percent Of A Relationship. We Influence One Hundred Percent Of It.

Strike Up The Drum And March Courageously.

All Live To Die, And Rise To Fall.