Oh the city it's on fire and it's worse than the worst riot. you can not tell the children what's behind them, urge them to be quiet. It's ten years in the making, what once was not a though has now come true nothing you can do.

Our hero is he's fallen from his height
Priam's son lies face down in the sand
if gods and goddesses could put their people through such shame, are we to blame?

Oh the city it's on fire and it's burning down to ash. Moving quickly under cover as Achaeans pass. The needless devastation, the city i love is burning to the ground, all around.

Our fairest prince he brought this wrath upon our very gates. The king of Sparta puts his sword to the stone. The fates of men and their entanglements in this modern day an age, settled through rage.

Think of who you last talked to, while walking down that street. What did you have to say to them, what tragic fate did they meet? Families and loved ones divided, but through death they become united. We pray for them all night, we hope they paid their toll. This chapter has certainly ended, but new parchment invites fresh ink. The story is ours to unfold, about the people who stood on the brink. Overcame challenge with glory, a modern day Heracles story, out towards the seas we point our bows.