Arrogance Is Truly The Child Of Impiety,

When A Man Dies, Flesh Is Frayed And Broken In The Fire, But Not His Will.

For It Would Be Better To Die Once And For All Than To Suffer Pain For All One's Life.

The Moving Light, Rejoicing In Its Strength, Sped From The Pyre Of Pine, And Urged Its Way, In Golden Glory, Like Some Strange New Sun.

Time Brings All Things To Pass.

. . . It Is Yours Women's To Be Silent And Stay Within Doors.