The Gods Visit The Sins Of The

Luckier Than One's Neighbor, But Still Not Happy.

Happy The Man Who From The Sea Escapes The Storm And Finds Harbor.

Where There Are Two, One Cannot Be Wretched, And One Not.

Let Mortal Man Keep To His Own Mortality, And Not Expect Too Much.

Who Then Will Dare To Say I'm Weak Or Timid? No, They'll Say I'm Loyal As A Friend, Ruthless As A Foe, So Much Like A Hero Destined For Glory.