Go On With A Spirit That Fears

And Now I'm Using Sarcasm, To Confess The Whole Thing So Later I Could Say I Already Told You.

We Are Quick To Flare Up, We Races Of Men On The Earth.

Yea, And If Some God Shall Wreck Me In The Wine-dark Deep, Even So I Will Endure… For Already Have I Suffered Full Much, And Much Have I Toiled In Perils Of Waves And War. Let This Be Added To The Tale Of Those.

No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.

…but There They Lay, Sprawled Across The Field, Craved Far More By The Vultures Than By Wives.