Manowar - The Glory Of Achilles lyrics

The oath of the Gods, this day was fulfilled

In the hear of the battle, Hector was killed

See him Patroclus, down in the dust

Rejoice in his death my aymbol of trust

A dozen highborn youths, have been killed

Cutting their throats their blood was all spilled

Their bodies set at the foot of your fire

With oxen , sheep and two of yours hounds

Your funeral Pyre high off the ground

Hector's body dragged three times around

I will carry the torch to your funeral Pyre

I will ask of the wind to send high your fire

Hector's blood will not be washed from my body

Until your body is burned

A prophecy spoken a promise fulfilled

More blood will be spilled, more will be killed