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The eagle seizes his enemy’s stand,

a blur full of hate, commands now his will,

Minerva will help him, the wind closes in,

The son of Thetis, raised in the Styx.

The eagle seizes his enemy’s stand,

a hateful blur, commands his will,

Minerva will help him

The son of Thetis raised by the Styx.

He’s the lion, how strong now his will,

the higher the purpose, the braver the skill,

“The shield and the helmet, to Apollo I pray,

in order to help me to protect my family”.

It’s the sword against the sword.

The shield against the shield.

Fighting for friendship,

fighting for peace (to kill).

“Please Gods help me, the oracle is here,

I accept my destiny, to die for my land”.

Priamus is crawling: “Oh no my son”.

Hecabe into tears: “Why, oh my Gods?

You chose to take the brightest of our sons”.