Lyrics
Once they were the mightiest of theirs, their beloved ones are lost
so cloak your pain with rage
An old man hauls his gift, the one fallen under fellow s arms, to behold the trojan dead
Upon the plain of troy, the revenge needs no tears
this will never be enough
for the last battle to wage
Thrown in the fire, crossing the hallowed gate, blood and fire
fling a blade over despair
Painful distress still dwelling in his heart, the fire lets Aephanemer, forgiveness rules
despite all the blood shed
the one fallen under fellow s arms
now he s back
nearby the ships
As the many slayed, bloody vengeance has not quenched his wrath, their beloved ones are lost
Bloody vengeance has not quenched his wrath, to behold the trojan dead
bitter defeat again switches sides
Their beloved ones are lost, a torch is carried, so cloak your pain with rage
And rage is sheathed, bloody vengeance has not quenched his wrath
for the last battle to wage
Crimson blood will drench the soil, now on pathetic fate and, so fiercely tough
As the mourning city awaits, crossing the hallowed gate, thrown in the fire
Crimson blood will drench the soil, bloody vengeance has not quenched his wrath, let fury lead warfare
Fling a blade over despair, for the last battle to wage
As the mourning city awaits, let fury lead warfare, bitter defeat again switches sides
let fury lead warfare
for a new onslaught far from the high walls
To behold the trojan dead, no more inspired by the wish for praise
nearby the ships
