Remember To Be Submissive, Thou Art Analien,

My Will Is Mine...i Shall Not Make It Soft For You.

Destiny Waits Alike For The Free Man As Well As For Him Enslaved By Another's Might.

Of All The Gods, Death Only Craves Not Gifts: Nor Sacrifice, Nor Yet Drink-offering Poured Avails; No Altars Hath He, Nor Is Soothed By Hymns Of Praise. From Him Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

The Gods At Will Can Shape A Gladder Strain, And From The Lamentations At The Graveside, A Song Of Triumph May Arise.

Report Uttered By The People Is Everywhere Of Great Power.