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