Oh dear, How poor I’m lonely

Oh dear, How poor I’m lonely
You’ll go to Hade’s House
Abandoning me to a bitter pain
Our son was born to wretched parents
What now will he do? Without your wisdom?
His life will always be a sorrow.

Lords open gates to your place,
Changing our life in a red, burning curtain of Hell.
The time I weep, untill you sleep, is waiting for eternal death.

Revenge knew the Greek’s failing
His mortal, weak part
Perfection a lengendary man
God’s hand that guided Paris arrow
And wounded his heel, fatally struck him.
precious blood is often hidden.

Lords open gates to your place,
Changing our life in a red, burning curtain of Hell.
The time I weep, untill you sleep, is waiting for eternal death.

Sky is falling
handfull of your hate
Silence is broken in this sunk land
Achilles eum transfigit, armis spoliat, insultandum Foedandumque proebet suis.
Hectoris sui interitum plorat omnis civitas, lamentantur ex Muro parentes.

Lords open gates to your place,
Changing our life in a red, burning curtain of Hell.
The time I weep, untill you sleep, is waiting for eternal death.