Languid waves of desperation
fall before the rains
a vanguard to approaching war
is borne upon the sea
the icy breath of cyclones bent
on waging our destruction
drills hard against the hearts of heroes
called here to defend
I see storms on the horizon
i see the tempest at the gates
i see storms on the horizon
and a citadel alone
clinging brave defying fate
and i will stand here at the gates to face the onslaught fighting
without surrender or defeat
with troy besieged by tyrants' greed - (tyranny)
in hector's memory, god willing
we shall save this victory
without surrender or defeat
Sudden silence - i realize
breaking teardrops in the rain
with every breathing moment
the pillars are sustained
waking hands attached to nothing
tightly clutching close
each sleeping vision speaks unheard
and heaven only knows (exactly why)
Paris' arrow landed true
paris' arrow landed true
paris' arrow landed true
down upon your heel...
This troy
she will not fall again
this troy
she will not fall