When We Sleep The Soul Is Lit

When The Black And Mortal Blood Of Man Has Fallen To The Ground ... Who Then Can Sing Spells To Call It Back Again?

Good Fortune Is A God Among Men, And More Than A God.

Wisdom Comes Through Suffering. Trouble, With Its Memories Of Pain, Drips In Our Hearts As We Try To Sleep, So Men Against Their Will Learn To Practice Moderation. Favours Come To Us From Gods.

If A Man Should Wanton Walk With Crime ... He Shall Find In Death No Great Deliverance.

Whoever Is New To Power Is Always Harsh.