Is He Not Sacred, Even To The

Strife And Confusion Joined The Fight, Along With Cruel Death, Who Seized One Wounded Man While Still Alive And Then Another Man Without A Wound, While Pulling The Feet Of One More Corpse Out From The Fight. The Clothes Death Wore Around Her Shoulders Were Dyed Red With Human Blood.

Whoever Among Men Who Walk The Earth Has Seen These Mysteries Is Blessed, But Whoever In Uninitiated And Has Not Received His Share Of The Rite, He Will Not Have The Same Lot As The Others, Once He Is Dead And Dwells In The Mould Where The Sun Goes Down.

Accept These Grateful Tears...for Thee They Flow, For Thee... That Ever Felt Another's Woe.

Words Empty As The Wind Are Best Left Unsaid.

Who Ne'er Knew Salt, Or Heard The Billows Roar.