This Is The Way I've Always Thought

The Roaring Seas And Many A Dark Range Of Mountains Lie Between Us.

Hateful To Me As Are The Gates Of Hell, Is He Who, Hiding One Thing In His Heart, Utters Another.

All The Survivors Of The War Had Reached Their Homes And So Put The Perils Of Battle And The Sea Behind Them.

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing, There Are Plenty Of Words There Of Every Kind.

My Hour At Last Has Come; Yet Not Ingloriously Or Passively I Die, But First Will Do Some Valiant Deed, Of Which Mankind Shall Hear In After Time.