Nearby the ships, the armies have met For a new onslaught far from the high walls A torch is carried, the fire lets No kind of retreat once the first flame falls
Bitter defeat again switches sides Last hope of the greeks is waiting afar The screaming fray engulfs like a tide The one fallen under fellow's arms
Now he's back, enraged Crimson blood will drench the soil Soon he'll pour his cruel revenge Upon the plain of Troy
So cloak your pain with rage Fling a blade over despair For the last battle to wage Let fury lead warfare
No time to mourn The revenge needs no tears Of ire adorned Unleash the baneful spear
No more inspired by the wish for praise Thrown in the fire, as the many slayed
Dragging the corpse, so fiercely tough Despite all the blood shed This will never be enough To behold the trojan dead
Painful distress still dwelling in his heart Bloody vengeance has not quenched his wrath
As the mourning city awaits Crossing the hallowed gate An old man hauls his gift, unseen To the bane of his kin
Here they are, the king, the warrior Once they were the mightiest of theirs Now on pathetic fate, they cry Their beloved ones are lost, they died
Shared sorrow and crushing grief Forgiveness rules, and rage is sheathed Fame, hatred, blood and fire None remains but a smoking pyreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
