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Odysseus

Waves and waves of Trojan spears

Drive the Achaeans back to the ships

One by one we are forced to turn

it’s the end if we lose this ground

Muses

Consumed by bitterness and pain Achilles in his tent

Deaf to battlecries as ships are set ablaze

The mighty Myrmidons could go and turn the tide

If someone else would lead them to the fight

Muses

In Achilles’ bronze Patroclus leads the men

Patroclus

Push the Trojans back from whence they came!

Muses

The mighty Myrmidons,fight turning the tide,

Until Apollo’s strike makes them pay a price

Odysseus/ Athena

Time stops with Hector’s spear

withdrawing and staining the field,

Patroclus’ fall might just become

our chance, our time to crush them all

Achilles

Hector!, Hector!, Hector!, Hector!