The God Of War Is

By Their Own Follies They Perished, The Fools.

A Young Man Is Embarrassed To Question An Older One.

Forget The Brother And Resume The Man.

Restrain Yourself... And Gloat In Silence. I'll Have No Jubilation Here. It Is An Impious Thing To Exult Over The Slain.

O Friends, Be Men, And Let Your Hearts Be Strong And Let No Warrior In The Heat Of Fight, Do What May Bring Him Shame In Others' Eyes