Without A Sign, His Sword The Brave

Let Him Submit To Me! Only The God Of Death Is So Relentless, Death Submits To No One—so Mortals Hate Him Most Of All The Gods. Let Him Bow Down To Me! I Am The Greater King, I Am The Elder-born, I Claim—the Greater Man.

Behold, On Wrong Swift Vengeance Waits; And Art Subdues The Strong.

Beware The Toils Of War ... The Mesh Of The Huge Dragnet Sweeping Up The World.

Thou Shalt Not Take Moochers Into Thy Hut?

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.