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His voice like a clap of thunder, as we heard Cyrus the

younger –he had made to us a promise, and to lay the truth

upon us.

Though he lied to us today, we followed him anyway,

for parasangs and stages, till the enemies did engage us.

So, Cyrus gave the orders, and we crossed the Persian borders,

And to do what we were told, for the promises of gold.

The Death of Cyrus.

The Death of Cyrus.

The Death of Cyrus.

The Death of Cyrus.

He held a midnight review - and then the morning after- he said in case of disaster - we are braver and the stronger, we would hold out so much longer, to fight for Zeus the savior.

Not far from Babylonia, where Cyrus took his stand,

The enemy thus approaches, Tissaphernes in command,

with chariots bearing scythes, that cut you down to size.

We Greeks went out to meet them while barbarians had fled,

And though we were outnumbered, we routed them instead.

The Death of Cyrus.

The Death of Cyrus.

The Death of Cyrus.

The Death of Cyrus.

But, now is the death of Cyrus, it happened on that day.

He came and fought beside us with the enemy at bay.

At the battle of Canaxa where our victory was won,

while then the mighty Cyrus would die in the mid-day sun.

He glimpsed upon his brother Artaxerxes number 2,

and then he was torn asunder, near his eye a spear went through.

Now he is dead and we’re stranded where we never should have landed.

Yet, not to be outwitted, our soldiers are committed

to a leader we can trust, who is noble, true, and just,

who will end the sleepless nights and the fear that it incites, since the Death of Cyrus, the Death of Cyrus, the Death of Cyrus.