I've Gone Back In Time To When

Over The Wine-dark Sea.

Think Not To Match Yourself Against The Gods, For Men That Walk The Earth Cannot Hold Their Own With The Immortals.

It Is Wrong To Be Sorry Without Ceasing.

Whoever Obeys The Gods, To Him They Particularly Listen.

That Is The Gods' Work, Spinning Threads Of Death Through The Lives Of Mortal Men, An All To Make A Song For Those To Come.