Golden letters write my name
death in the battle I seek
Throwing your shield in shame
there is no place for the weak
I wear an armor stolen from the gods
Hercules' blood runs through my vains
always fighting against the odds
I don't mind the losses or the gains
Ι shall break Olympus' gates with my sword
and spill the ichor on the golden floors
I won't surrender, I give you my word
they tremble as I lead an army of centaurs
A bright sun, a fine day to die
we are storming the Elysian Fields
The flames of our fire are flying high
the architecture of war a new world builds
As I lead, this morning shall be my first or last
songs, fables and fairy tales the bards shall sing
or my weapons shall be buried in rust
dust shall cover my body, a long forgotten king
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