Sitting on the sands of foreign shores What
will it take to make you see the light Yesterday's patronizing tears To prove the
gods, wrong or right
The road to
ancient prophecies is long When will
everybody sing your song Fearful foes
emerging from the past We're marching on to
Iliad at last See the battles strewn upon
the floor Hear the cries of victory and
pain Twice this day your future lies
ahead Painful suffering amidst a gain
Priam's cities sees it's heroes fall Into your hands, what does this mean Egos
surging like a demon spawned Mind engulfed
in a fog-crested dream
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