His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

For I Am Yearning To Visit The Limits Of The All-nurturing Earth, And Oceans, From Whom The Gods Are Sprung.

Goddess Of Song, Teach Me The Story Of A Hero.

Oh, Everything Looks Bad If You Remember It.

A Glorious Death Is His, Who For His Country Falls.

I Have No Interest At All In Food And Drink, But Only In Slaughter And Blood And The Agonized Groans Of Mangled Men