歌词
Fury, brother
That maggot took her away
Assemble your forces
All of Troy will pay
Insult to Sparta
Their last mistake
My hunger will be fed
Another throne I will take
Not a soul could have known
That stolen love could turn the tide
And simple man would have to pay
The debt of a royal whim
Blind to see even if shown
That beast from hell soon will ride
Jaws of steel coming for the prince
Claws of fire coming for him
Not a god could have saved
A man against the king's pride
Filled with lust, with thirst and greed
All behind a smile grim
The perfect excuse
For a perfect plan
You ended our truce
I will conquer your land
Set your sails to the east
To where the sun will hurt your eyes
Where the sand burns your feet
Is where our victory lies
I must seize this chance
Put this insolence to an end
Thereupon and forever more
My name will ascend
The perfect excuse
For a perfect plan
I swear by Zeus
I will conquer your land
Fear us, tremble and quake
For no gifts we bring
Only chaos and war
To you and your king