| Oh dear, how poor I’m lonely
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| You’ll go to hade’s house
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| Abandoning me to a bitter pain
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| Our son was born to wretched parents
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| What now will he do? |
| Without your wisdom?
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| His life will always be a sorrow
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| Lords open gates to your place
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| Changing our life in a red
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| Burning curtain of hell
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| The time I weep, until you sleep
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| Is waiting for eternal death
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| Revenge knew the Greek’s failing
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| His mortal, weak part
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| Perfection a legendary man
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| God’s hand that guided Paris arrow
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| And wounded his heel, fatally struck him
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| A precious blood is often hidden
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| Lords open gates to your place
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| Changing our life in a red
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| Burning curtain of hell
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| The time I weep, until you sleep
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| Is waiting for eternal death
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| Sky is falling
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| A handful of your hate
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| Silence is broken in this sunk land
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| Achilles eum transfigit, armis spoliat
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| Insultandum foedandumque proebet suis
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| Hectoris sui interitum plorat omnis civitas
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| Lamentantur ex muro parentes
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| Lords open gates to your place
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| Changing our life in a red
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| Burning curtain of hell
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| The time I weep, until you sleep
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| Is waiting for eternal death |