Death Submits To No One.

As Leaves On The Trees, Such Is The Life Of Man.

Of All Creatures That Breathe And Move Upon The Earth, Nothing Is Bred That Is Weaker Than Man.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.

Trying Is The First Step Toward Failure.

Let Him Submit To Me! Only The God Of Death Is So Relentless, Death Submits To No One—so Mortals Hate Him Most Of All The Gods. Let Him Bow Down To Me! I Am The Greater King, I Am The Elder-born, I Claim—the Greater Man.