As a king twenty years ago Like a beggar now I am here Turned into an old man by my goddess I finally walk on my land Looking for a few faithful friends Just a son, a dog, a swineherd Enough for my just revenge
Cleaned by my sweet nurse Euriclea She has loved me since I was child Recognised by her great wisdom and love My Penelope stops your tricks And makes sure that I can defy All rebels at my favourite game The arc will bend o kill them
Traitors, this will be your last meal Traitors, your last game Traitors, you and your whores lovers All of your shall die
They are profiting from my absence Unaware of their certain death Laughing with their fat open mouths, drooling You still make fun of me, bastards But I am not what I seem to be It will be a nice surprise, you'll see When I'll throw my revenge on you
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I see your eyes beg for mercy I hear your hearts beat faster Before dyingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
