On Their Side More Men

Holy Shadows Of The Dead, I'm Not To Blame For Your Cruel And Bitter Fate, But The Accursed Rivalry Which Brought Sister Nations And Brother People, To Fight One Another. I Do Not Feel Happy For This Victory Of Mine. On The Contrary, I Would Be Glad, Brothers, If I Had All Of You Standing Here Next To Me, Since We Are United By The Same Language, The Same Blood And The Same Visions.

I Foresee A Great Funeral Contest Over Me.

At Achilles Tomb, O Fortunate Youth, To Have Found Homer As The Herald Of Your Glory!

In The End, When It's Over, All That Matters Is What You've Done.

There Are No More Worlds To Conquer!