Nothing Forces Us To Know What We

Truly Upon Mortals Cometh Swift Of Foot Their Evil And His Offence Upon Him That Trespasseth Against Right.

You'll See All Other Mortal Sinners, The Ones Who Flout The Honor Owed To Gods Or Guests, Or Loving Parents--you'll See Them Get The Justice They Deserve. For Hades Holds Men Mightily To A Strict Accounting Down Below The Earth; He Sees All Things, Inscribes Them Within The Book Of His Remembering.

For This Our Task Hath Fate Spun Without Fail To Last For Ever Sure, That We On Man Weighed Down With Deeds Of Hate Should Follow Till The Earth His Life Immure. Nor When He Dies Can He Boast Of Being Truly Free.

His Resolve Is Not To Seem The Bravest, But To Be.

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