I Am Wrapped In Dismal

War Is No Strife To The Dark House And The Detested Wife.

The Man That Hath No Music In Himself, Nor Is Not Moved With Concord Of Sweet Sounds, Is Fit For Treasons, Stratagems And Spoils.

Were It My Cue To Fight, I Should Have Known It Without A Prompter.

People’s Good Deeds We Write In Water. The Evil Deeds Are Etched In Brass.

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies