As a gift for his daughter Admete A priestess for Hera in Argolis Eurystheus, my mortal nemesis Sent me off to the shores of the Black Sea
Admete: “Get me the magical girdle from the waist of the Amazon Queen Once given by the God of War, the father of this fearless tribe”
Setting foot on the island of Paros Killing two of the Princes of Crete Defended by the son of Titius And finally arrived in Themiscyra
Hippolyta: “Son of Zeus, o faithful friend Welcome to the Thermodon border I will handle you over the girdle As a token of our truce”
As is as not Hera Spreading the art of fraud Disguised as an Amazon warrior Sowing seeds of distrust
Hera: “He mislead us, hurdle of Ares He spread this rumour amongst He abducted our beloved Hippolyta Follow me in a raging war Kill this stranger and his companions For this act of betrayal and treason My sisters, get on your horses Follow me to the battleground”
What kind of treachery I see before me She never meant to hand over her belt My friends, my companions in battle Kill all ‘til there's no one... left
Us confronted with numerous warriors All on horses with arrows and bows Supported by their founding father Screaming: “Death to them all!”
Hera: “Death to this so called son of Zeus With this art of profanity”
Wearing my invincible armour Shooting arrows and swinging my club I will end this bloody warfare And take the girdle home with us
The Amazon Tribe: “In honour of our mighty father Ares, o mighty God of War Fight by our side as companions Let our swords cleave their souls”
Killing the most of His descendants In this ephermal battle The Amazons fled to the forests Leaving their Queen for dead I slaughtered her like a beast Leaving her corpse for the eagles Taking the belt from her waist Setting back home to TirynsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
