Ask yourselves if the gods are angry, you who have seen Harmony come among us, walk among us, touch us, look kindly upon us. We are the Sacred Band of Thebes. We fight in the forefront, therefore we bleed first. We live, therefore we die.

I see ranks ready for battle, stretching out. Five, six horses across, ranks in formation. Endlessly.

Sanctuary is for lovers, not fighters, this season.

We've the new hard-steel, though why they're all so hot to pay twice the price when men're soft as clay and even wood will pierce the boldest belly, I can't say.

I see all sorts of things when I'm clearing my pipes.

Valor was in Nikodemos, unquestionable, and commitment like trees to stand or night to fall.

So well do I love you, I go to my god singing your praises. When I meet my father, I will tell him I fought beside you.