Idioma Origen:
[PRELUDE]
[I HECTOR STORMS THE WALL]
I see my chariot run to your ships
I´ll drive you back to the sea
You came here for gold
The wall will not hold
This day was promised to me
The gods are my shield
My fate has been sealed
Lightning and javelins fly
Soon many will fall
We are storming the wall
Stones fall snow from the sky
We will pay with our glory
In the fire of battle
Zeus today is mine
Killing all my way
Like sheep and like cattle
Smashing skulls of all who defy
I spare not the hammer
I spare not the sword
This day will ring with my name
None have to chase me
Let he who will face me
Kill me or die by the sword
[II THE DEATH OF PATROCLUS]
Oh friend of mine, how to say goodbye
This was your time, bt the armor you wore
Was mine, I will not rest
Until Hector´s blod is spilled
His bones will all be broken
Dragged across the field
This bear friend is how we´ll say goodbye
Until we meet in the sky
[III FUNERAL MARCH]
[IV ARMOR OF THE GODS]
[V HECTOR´S FINAL HOUR]
Here is inside the walls Troy, the gods weigh my fate
From this day do I abstain, to a memory of hate
To pay for all the blood that spilled
The many thousands I did kill,
No walls can contain the gods´ almighty will
I hear the silent voices I cannot hide
The gods leaves no choices so we all must die
Oh Achilles let thy arrows fly.
Into the wind, where eagles cross the sky
Today my mortal blood will mix with sand
It was foretoid I will die by thy hand
Into hades my soul descend
[VI DEATH HECTOR´S REWARD]
Cowards in the grip of fear, no valour to uphold
Cut into the earth, with honor long been sold
For all shall come to know me
As they fall unto their knees
Zeus the Thunderer, control my destiny
When the cards of life were dealt,
My hand a ruthless fate
To avenge, and bringeth fury, Hector feel my hate
A bloodbath was born to bring, by birth I´m an assassin
To cut the cord of life and beath,
Ties to earth unfasten
Blood and fire death and hate, your body I will desecrate
Dogs and vultures eat your flesh the hall of hades waits
Kill...
Hector´s blood lies on the battlefield
His body lies on the battlefield
His body´s mangled wounds,
The gods who once protected him are now his gods of doom,
Like a tower standing tall, steadfest in direction
I fall upon you bringing death, the gods give no protection
Coward in the grip of fear, no valour to uphold
Cut into the earth, with honor long been sold
For all shall come to know me, as they fall ino their knees
Zeus the Thunderer, control my destiny
Blood and fire death and hate, you body I will desecrate
Dogs and vultures eat your flesh the hall of hades waits
Die, die, die...
[VII THE DESECRATION OF HECTOR´S BODY]
[PART 1]
[PART 2]
[VIII THE GLORY OF ACHILLES]
The oath of the gods, this day was fulfilled
In the heat of the battle, Hector was killed
See him Patroclus, down in the dust
Rejoice in his death my symbol of trust
A dozen highborn youths, have been killed
Cutting their throats their blood was all spilled
Their bodies set at the fool of your fire
With oxen, sheep and two of your hounds
Your funeral pyre high off the ground
Hector´s body dragged three times around
I will carry the torch to your funeral pyre
I will ask of the wind to send high your fire
Hector´s blood will not be washed from my body until your body is burned
A prophecy spoken a promice fulfilled
More blood will be spilled, more will be killed.
Idioma Destino:
[PRELUDE]
[I HECTOR STORMS THE WALL]
I see my chariot run to your ships
I´ll drive you back to the sea
You came here for gold
The wall will not hold
This day was promised to me
The gods are my shield
My fate has been sealed
Lightning and javelins fly
Soon many will fall
We are storming the wall
Stones fall snow from the sky
We will pay with our glory
In the fire of battle
Zeus today is mine
Killing all my way
Like sheep and like cattle
Smashing skulls of all who defy
I spare not the hammer
I spare not the sword
This day will ring with my name
None have to chase me
Let he who will face me
Kill me or die by the sword
[II THE DEATH OF PATROCLUS]
Oh friend of mine, how to say goodbye
This was your time, bt the armor you wore
Was mine, I will not rest
Until Hector´s blod is spilled
His bones will all be broken
Dragged across the field
This bear friend is how we´ll say goodbye
Until we meet in the sky
[III FUNERAL MARCH]
[IV ARMOR OF THE GODS]
[V HECTOR´S FINAL HOUR]
Here is inside the walls Troy, the gods weigh my fate
From this day do I abstain, to a memory of hate
To pay for all the blood that spilled
The many thousands I did kill,
No walls can contain the gods´ almighty will
I hear the silent voices I cannot hide
The gods leaves no choices so we all must die
Oh Achilles let thy arrows fly.
Into the wind, where eagles cross the sky
Today my mortal blood will mix with sand
It was foretoid I will die by thy hand
Into hades my soul descend
[VI DEATH HECTOR´S REWARD]
Cowards in the grip of fear, no valour to uphold
Cut into the earth, with honor long been sold
For all shall come to know me
As they fall unto their knees
Zeus the Thunderer, control my destiny
When the cards of life were dealt,
My hand a ruthless fate
To avenge, and bringeth fury, Hector feel my hate
A bloodbath was born to bring, by birth I´m an assassin
To cut the cord of life and beath,
Ties to earth unfasten
Blood and fire death and hate, your body I will desecrate
Dogs and vultures eat your flesh the hall of hades waits
Kill...
Hector´s blood lies on the battlefield
His body lies on the battlefield
His body´s mangled wounds,
The gods who once protected him are now his gods of doom,
Like a tower standing tall, steadfest in direction
I fall upon you bringing death, the gods give no protection
Coward in the grip of fear, no valour to uphold
Cut into the earth, with honor long been sold
For all shall come to know me, as they fall ino their knees
Zeus the Thunderer, control my destiny
Blood and fire death and hate, you body I will desecrate
Dogs and vultures eat your flesh the hall of hades waits
Die, die, die...
[VII THE DESECRATION OF HECTOR´S BODY]
[PART 1]
[PART 2]
[VIII THE GLORY OF ACHILLES]
The oath of the gods, this day was fulfilled
In the heat of the battle, Hector was killed
See him Patroclus, down in the dust
Rejoice in his death my symbol of trust
A dozen highborn youths, have been killed
Cutting their throats their blood was all spilled
Their bodies set at the fool of your fire
With oxen, sheep and two of your hounds
Your funeral pyre high off the ground
Hector´s body dragged three times around
I will carry the torch to your funeral pyre
I will ask of the wind to send high your fire
Hector´s blood will not be washed from my body until your body is burned
A prophecy spoken a promice fulfilled
More blood will be spilled, more will be killed.