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Unto Aiolia they sailed

A kingdom of clouds bound to mother earth
Guarded by Aiolos, Hippotes’ son, the king
Tempests turn to breeze, storms calm down
They’ve sworn allegiance to the master of this realm

Tales of Troy sounded through his hall, an echoe of war
He wanted to know it all. What was Odysseus’ fate?

Thirty days and thirty nights they stayed next to the throne
As time has come to say farewell for heading home
Aiolos placed a magic bag into Odysseus’ hands:
Aiolos:
„Inside it keeps powerful winds, accelerating your return.“

Odysseus:
„Westwinds! Guide me to throne and family.
Over waves we'll fly like the birds glide through the skies.”
Penelope:
„How I long for you, my tears can't hide the truth.
Will we meet again? Or must I drown in pain?”
This endless pain which keeps her awake...

Ithacan fires on the hillside they could see
Before the hero of Troy fell asleep
Envy and greed spread throughout his discontented men
The assumed gold inside Aiolos' bag they wanted to gain
But fortune turned suddenly into despair
As they opened their fate and released the magic air
A raging storm took them back at the endless sea
Their homeland vanished through their guilty tears

Odysseus:
„And oh cursed fate! The thongs unbound!
The gushing tempest sweeps the ocean round;
Snatch'd in the whirl the hurried navy flew,
the ocean widen'dand the shores withdrew!“

Anxious hearts pound aware in former swolen breasts
About their ego weaknss and their avidity
How should they ever retrieve their masters trust and love?
Friends:
„Our souls will be eternally lost to Tartaros!”

Awoken from his dreams his nightmares became real
when he saw his beloveth kingdom disappear

Odysseus:
„Shall I hurl myself into crushing waves
And let Hades lock my soul in chains?
Or shall I silently endure this suffering?
My longed for salvation was in reach.”

(As he decided to withstand his blackened thoughts,
Booming hurricans drawed them back to Aiolian shores.)

Aiolos:
“Ulysses here! What demon could'st thou meet
To thwart thy passage and repelthy fleet?
Wast thou not furnish'd by our choicest care
For Greece, for home and all thy soul held dear?”

Odysseus:
“Me, lock'd in sleep, my faithless crew bereft
Of all the blessings of your godlike gift!
But grant, oh grant, our loss we may retrieve;
A favour you, and you alone can give.”

Aiolos:
“Vile wretch, begone! this instant I command.
Thy fleet accursed to leave our hallow'd land.
His baneful suit pollutes these bless'd abodes,
Whose fate proclaims him hateful to the gods!”

Ithacan fires on the hillside they could see
Before the hero of Troy fell asleep
Envy and greed spread throughout his discontented men
The assumed gold inside Aiolos' bag they wanted to gain
A raging storm took them back at the endless sea
Their homeland vanished through their guilty tears
Fragile arms oared heavily six days and nights in shame
On the seventh day they entered the laestrigonian bay

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