A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.
Noble and manly music invigorates the spirit, strengthens the wavering man, and incites him to great and worthy deeds.
To-morrow we embark upon the boundless sea.
How delicate her feet who shuns the ground, Stepping a-tiptoe on the heads of men.
Rock stars, is there anything they don't know?
Fate is the same for the man who holds back, the same if he fights hard. We are all held in a single honor, the brave with the weaklings. A man dies still if he has done nothing, as the one who has done much.