What Mighty Woes To Thy Imperial Race

It's Disgraceful How These Humans Blame The Gods. They Say Their Tribulations Come From Us, When They Themselves, Through Their Own Foolishness, Bring Hardships Which Are Not Decreed By Fate.

How Delicate Her Feet Who Shuns The Ground, Stepping A-tiptoe On The Heads Of Men.

Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich In Barren Fame Return.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End.

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