Hate is a bottomless cup; I will pour and pour
In misfortune, which friend remains a friend?
What greater pain could mortals have than this: To see their children dead before their eyes?
What is god, what is not god, what is between man and god, who shall say?
There is one thing alone that stands the brunt of life throughout its course; a quiet conscience.
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.