The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.
Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.
I'm a tiger when I want love, but I'm a snake if we disagree.
Lend me your ear, while I call you a fool.
He's watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
Roll us down the mountain and I'm sure the fatman would win.