| As time marches back to infinity
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| I behold in my eyes
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| That this land of serenity
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| Once was a furnace of fire
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| At swords, were the gods of the heavens
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| For the plight of the city of Troy
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| And for years, did the warriors do battle
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| For the fight of the Helen of Troy
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| He was the mighty Achilles
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| He sought the glory of war
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| In the heat of fighting and killing
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| He bought the blood of his enemies, with his sword
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| He stole their breath, giving them the grave as their reward
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| He was the mighty Achilles
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| He slaughtered legions at war
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| With the speed of lightning and zeal
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| He carved his name, forever into books of lore
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| An immortal legend — helmet, shield, and sword
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| Commend the dead who fought and bled upon the fields
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| And bury them with honors, swords and shields
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| Remember them they could not fend in the end
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| In the face of Achilles' anger, his revenge
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| Hail to the one! |
| To the king of the dead in Acheron
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| In his shadow we fade, we are lost in his name
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| Hail to the one! |
| To the king of the dead in Acheron
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| In his shadow we fade, we are lost in his name |
| Hail to the one! |