A song for you my friend... now listen: a song.
I cast a stone before the fire,
I lay to waste the banner of the elders.
Triumph sits: a skeleton begs the milk of its mother.
Oh! Solomon! Flay slaves of their flesh that we may rise up to fortune's shore!
Risen to the mount before the cloud,
And even then the children cry, "Wherein! Withall! Wherein!"
The Sad Hungarian, Episode 1