from the stench that is about to walk through because I am bringing forth you what I call the filthy spandered himself. One, Carlos Satiego y Benavidez! Good evening. Truly, we are blessed here tonight and this entire week. Every day we walk out on the field, we meet our friends in battle, we fight until we have had our fill and we walk off and drink meat and eat well together. That is the story of Valhalla, which is another tale, but we forget and it is easy to forget. There are true battlefields, the corpses of the broken life scattered about. Blood and the remains of men litter the field for kingdoms are not born in anything but pain and death. And like all things that death brings life, hard by the field the more a goose stands waiting. In an immune and fly down from their perch on the one eye shoulders, looking for their fill. And the crows will have their fill. Men have to imagine what goes through the mind of an animal. And long ago this was the imagining of someone whose name is lost to us. As I was walking all the way, I heard what curbs mucking a man, untying and tired it's I who, our so we're going in the day, oh, why so we're going in the day, well I'll be young until I, I walk the lion loose like night, and nobody can not hear the hero, but his heart can't hear his hand and his lady ferro. His heart can't hear his hand and his lady ferro. His hand is tired of hunting game, his heart a fed, so I'll fall hang, and his lady ferro is another my hero. So I remind my muckard and I are sweet oh, we remind my muckard and I are sweet. He'll sit on his white clothes plain, and I'll pie food his bonniple wings, when money of love goes golden harrow, we'll thick goodness when it grows borrow, thick goodness when it grows burn. Oh, many so on for him, my name, but none so can wear he as gay, or his white bones when they grow borrow, bow in south law forever, borrow, bow in south law forever.