Time In His Aging Overtakes All Things

For This Our Task Hath Fate Spun Without Fail To Last For Ever Sure, That We On Man Weighed Down With Deeds Of Hate Should Follow Till The Earth His Life Immure. Nor When He Dies Can He Boast Of Being Truly Free.

No Man Looks With Love On Deeds That To The High Gods Hateful Prove.

The Words Of Truth Are Simple.

But When Once The Earth Has Sucked Up A Dead Man's Blood, There Is No Way To Raise Him Up.

In The Sinews Of The Dead There Is No Blood.