Oh dear, How poor I’m lonely You’ll go to Hade’s House Abandoning me to a bitter pain Our son was born to wretched parents What now will he do? Without your wisdom? His life will always be a sorrow Rit: Lords open gates to your place, Changing our life in a red, burning curtain of Hell. The time I weep, untill you sleep, is waiting for eternal death. Revenge knew the Greek’s failing His mortal, weak part Perfection a lengendary man God’s hand that guided Paris arrow And wounded his heel, fatally struck him. A precious blood is often hidden. Rit: Lords open gates to your place, Changing our life in a red, burning curtain of Hell. The time I weep, untill you sleep, is waiting for eternal death. Sky is falling A handfull of your hate Silence is broken in this sunk land Achilles eum transfigit,armis spoliat ,insultandum foedandumque proebet suis. Hectoris sui interitum plorat omnis civitas ,lamentantur ex muro parentes. Rit: Lords open gates to your place, Changing our life in a red, burning curtain of Hell. The time I weep, untill you sleep, is waiting for eternal death.