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The Peloponnesian War, that shook us to the core,

To even up the score, the broken busts of Hermes.

Our plan that we conceived, to break the Spartan fleet,

was never to succeed, the broken busts of Hermes.

We took it as a sign, our luck ran out of time,

morale was in decline, the broken busts of Hermes.

Consider what he can do for us,

behold the staff of Caduceus,

the pain we felt was obvious,

‘cause Hermes is our god.

The expedition to Sicily,

General Alcibiades failed.

Athenian tragedy was never meant to be,

a lost divinity, the broken busts of Hermes.

Though they were highly prized, the busts were vandalized.

And right before our eyes, were the broken busts of Hermes.

The image of Hermes on all the busts,

a symbol of honor and sacred trust,

our confidence has turned to dust,

it is our golden fleece.

Will he abolish the universe?

Incredible if we didn’t get cursed.

We furnish him offerings, he flies with sandaled wings,

But now we’re anguishing the broken busts of Hermes.

He moves between the realms, and we are overwhelmed,

The heartache that it brings, the broken busts of Hermes.

The Peloponnesian War, that shook us to the core,

To even up the score, the broken busts of Hermes.

How can we calm our fears? The future is unclear.

Now Athens drowns in tears, the broken busts of Hermes.