How much more can these Trojan sands consume They have my armor, my honor, and the spears that I threw My stricken comrades fight with bravery yet stand in their sorrow Fearing the ashen spears will find their mark tomorrow The kindness of the Acaean camp is gone These sands took your blood, your spirit, and most importantly they took you My dearest comrade, my brother-in-arms The sun god left me with mere memories of you charms He ripped your own sweet life away Like fog being dissipated by a bright shining ray You were stripped and hector had my blazing helm The dark cloud that decended felt like it came from another realm I spread ash on my face and defiled my hair with my hands The women we carried off sunk into the hot salty sands Antochilus kneeled near weeping his proud heart out Clutching my wrists in fear I would with, the iron blade, rip my throat out let loose a wretched cry and my mother heard me from the salt green depths She wailed and I knew I was Agony She cradled my head in her hands tears streaming down he face I felt he skin which I knew I'd nevermore embrace My mother says I'm doomed to death by the brother of the one who took your breath Then let me die at once since it was not my fate to save my dearest comrade from his death I could feel the anger bubbling inside me I suppressed the urge to scream like a war torn banshee No one could hold me back from fighting now, no one could persuade me now To Hectors greatness I soon began to disavow I would go back to war with Hestphas's armor buckled to my back I could all but hear the screams of the men I would soon attack Iris tells me of Hector's plans to lop your head from you soft and tender neck And parade it around the city walls until the Acaeans keck I will fight without the Blazing armor I will kill all those who oppose my down to the last lowly farmer These sands give me no mercy However there is no controversy I will avenge your death, I must You were the only one I could ever trust Breathing room in war is all to brief So I'll make Hector's blood stain every cloverleaf I lay my hands on your icy cold chest Every one will go unaddressed I will not burn your honey soft skin Not till Hector has atoned for his sin I try to clear you blood-clotted wounds Tears rolled down my cheeks, the thought of loosing you I could not attune I killed Hector with my sword in his throat But there is still more to you I could devote A dozen Trojan sons, a snow white ox, and a lock of golden hair This is cruel, cruel warfare You silver glittering ghost spoke I stretch out my arms to seize you but you desend to the sand in a whisp of smoke I weep to the sands my ravaging tears They are the epitome of my greatest fears
