Making It A Valid Law To Learn

The Anvil Of Justice Is Planted Firm, And Fate Who Makes The Sword Does The Forging In Advance.

Who Holds A Power But Newly Gained Is Ever Stern Of Mood.

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

In Visions Of The Night, Like Dropping Rain, Descend The Many Memories Of Pain.

No Man Looks With Love On Deeds That To The High Gods Hateful Prove.