When A Tongue Fails To Send Forth

I Have Learned To Hate All Traitors, And There Is No Disease That I Spit On More Than Treachery.

The Saying Goes That The Gods Leave A Town Once It Is Captured.

On Me The Tempest Falls. It Does Not Make Me Tremble. O Holy Mother Earth, O Air And Sun, Behold Me. I Am Wronged.

I Willingly Speak To Those Who Know, But For Those Who Do Not Know I Forget.

Hungry Wailing Standeth Not Aloof.