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Of Arms and Men I Sing
01:21
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ARGONAUT
02:19
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(Crew of the Argo):
Hail to Jason, Hail to the Argo,
Hail to Aeson, Hail to Medea (Glory Onward!)
(x4)
Row! Row! Row! Row! (x4)
(Jason/Crew):
Never have Gods seen such heroes as these
On our quest to recover the Golden Fleece;
Many men have fallen by both our spears and our swords (our swords)
The Elysian Fields are what we will see,
Our glory repaid for the blood that we bleed;
We drink and we sing of our heroic deeds
To mighty Zeus, and the Gods of Olympus:
WE HAIL!
(Hail!, Hail!, Hail!, Hail!)
To Athena whose foes
No longer draw breath;
To Hermes who crosses
The borders of death;
WE HAIL!
(Hail!, Hail!, Hail!, Hail!)
To Poseidon who carries
the mighty Thessalyan winds,
(Crew of the Argo):
Which bear me home!
Onward home!
Fortune favors the bold;
and we are those bold!
We’ve seen, our foes burnt to dust
Yet we sail, for Iolcus;
To These Brothers bound of Blood: Raise your cups!
We're free from Hades
(So) Dig deep and let the bodies of our foes go
DOWN
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ILIUM BURNS
05:46
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(The Achaeans):
BURN!, their sleeping empire to the ground
Striking under cloak of night,
Slaying without fail;
Trojan blood quenches our blades,
In glory, we shall prevail;
Achilles!
Can you taste their fear?
Accept this sacrifice;
Spare no man, woman, or child;
Glory for the blessed isles!
All shall die!
Storm the temple of Athena,
Seize the cursed prophetess;
Bring forth Hector’s quivering whelp;
Cast him down below
End their line
(Hecuba):
The Gods have cursed
All of us
Our city burns
(Achaeans):
The spilled seed of Zeus
Hath wrought the spawn of Nemesis
Tonight,
Ilium BURNS
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(Sirens):
Reach me,
Through voids of time and sea;
Free will,
At mercy of gravity;
Distant longing for you;
Release,
Calm the storm with your sweet song;
Sweep me,
Into treacherous depths
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MURDER IS GLORY'S FLAME
01:54
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(Achaeans):
Murder! Is! Glory’s! Flame!
(Aeneas):
My city is burning,
Flame reflects off of sword and shield;
My King’s blood would not yield;
Fight with me, my brothers;
We are the ones with fire in our veins!
Kill them all!
(Achaeans):
Grasp your blades!
Inside their walls,
We shall emerge!
(Aeneas):
This river of blood is
Flowing down streets I once called home,
We simply cannot win;
Head for the hills,
Don’t look back!
They’ve taken away everything
(Achaeans):
Faces soaked with gore,
A sleeping city dreams of death!
Run! feeble prince of the Trojans;
Murder! Is! Glory’s! Flame!
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GIGANTOMACHY
05:35
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(Gigantes):
Heed my call
Heed my call
Today we pierce the heavens
And wrench down our oppressors;
I am Porphyrion, son of Uranus and Gaia;
Tear the mountains asunder
And build a stairway to Olympus;
King of Mt. Etna;
Eyes made of fire
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