Nearby the ships, the armies have met
For a new onslaught far from the high walls
A torch is carried, the fire lets
No kind of retreat once the first flame falls

Bitter defeat again switches sides
Last hope of the greeks is waiting afar
The screaming fray engulfs like a tide
The one fallen under fellow's arms

Now he's back, enraged
Crimson blood will drench the soil
Soon he'll pour his cruel revenge
Upon the plain of Troy

So cloak your pain with rage
Fling a blade over despair
For the last battle to wage
Let fury lead warfare

No time to mourn
The revenge needs no tears
Of ire adorned
Unleash the baneful spear

No more inspired by the wish for praise
Thrown in the fire, as the many slayed

Dragging the corpse, so fiercely tough
Despite all the blood shed
This will never be enough
To behold the trojan dead

Painful distress still dwelling in his heart
Bloody vengeance has not quenched his wrath

As the mourning city awaits
Crossing the hallowed gate
An old man hauls his gift, unseen
To the bane of his kin

Here they are, the king, the warrior
Once they were the mightiest of theirs
Now on pathetic fate, they cry
Their beloved ones are lost, they died

Shared sorrow and crushing grief
Forgiveness rules, and rage is sheathed
Fame, hatred, blood and fire
None remains but a smoking pyre