Memory Is The Mother Of

You Have Been Trapped In The Inescapable Net Of Ruin By Your Own Want Of Sense.

Only When A Man's Life Comes To Its End In Prosperity Dare We Pronounce Him Happy.

For A Deadly Blow Let Him Pay With A Deadly Blow: It Is For Him Who Has Done A Deed To Suffer.

When The Black And Mortal Blood Of Man Has Fallen To The Ground ... Who Then Can Sing Spells To Call It Back Again?

And Though All Streams Flow From A Single Course To Cleanse The Blood From Polluted Hand, They Hasten On Their Course In Vain.