When You're In My House

It [revenge] Is Sweeter Far Than Flowing Honey.

Thus Have The Gods Spun The Thread For Wretched Mortals: That They Live In Grief While They Themselves Are Without Cares; For Two Jars Stand On The Floor Of Zeus Of The Gifts Which He Gives, One Of Evils And Another Of Blessings.

Most Grievous Of All Deaths It Is To Die Of Hunger.

There Will Be Killing Till The Score Is Paid.

That Is The Gods' Work, Spinning Threads Of Death Through The Lives Of Mortal Men, An All To Make A Song For Those To Come.