…but There They Lay, Sprawled Across The

Beware The Toils Of War ... The Mesh Of The Huge Dragnet Sweeping Up The World.

There Is No Greater Glory That Can Befall A Man That What He Achieves With The Speed Of His Feet Or The Strength Of His Hands.

He Lives Not Long Who Battles With The Immortals, Nor Do His Children Prattle About His Knees When He Has Come Back From Battle And The Dread Fray.

The Bitter Dregs Of Fortune's Cup To Drain.

Pray, For All Men Need The Aid Of The Gods.