When A Man Dies, Flesh Is Frayed

The Reward Of Pain Is Experience.

The Force Of Necessity Is Irresistible.

Truly Even He Errs That Is Wiser Than The Wise.

In The Sinews Of The Dead There Is No Blood.

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