And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, “Come and see.” Then behold a pale horse, and his name that sat on him was Death, and hell followed with him.
"We shouldn’t fight at an disadvantage if we want to keep casualties to a bare minimum. We must end it in this one strike!”
Remember, remember the 5th of November. The gunpowder, treason, and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder, treason should ever be forgot.
The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains
Shall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden,
His harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo golden
To songs of yore re-sung.
The woods shall wave on mountains
And grass beneath the sun;
His wealth shall flow in fountains
And the rivers golden run.
The streams shall run in gladness,
The lakes shall shine and burn,
All sorrow fail and sadness
At the Mountain-king’s return!