The Logos of Euterpe

Upon the field they clash and strike

Each attack intended to end the matter

for no blow is unsportsmanlike

no lust believed the domain of the satyr.

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Crashing shields and broken spears

These are the things left on the field

Fear behind the false veneers

Led by rancid hate unconceal'd

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**** aplenty in this charnel

red spattered across the sand in waves crimson

flames licking up rages carnal

and the flaking crust of the man who swims in.

(Refrain)

Ten years the corpses pile in heaps

A fitting tribute to the wrath of the gods

where fair conscience meekly sleeps

survival a matter only of beating odds.

(Refrain)

Defiled and broken bodies lie

respect a matter for heirs not warriors

and yet with songs and glory ply

for their acts against fellows thought foreigners.

(Refrain)

So trampled into the sad dust

Troy shall every more be spoken thus and wept

the causes moot and undiscussed

Honors and prizes for those with lies adept.

(Refrain)

So before the grand journey home

set your sights upon the far horizon fair

to days when man will kill for Kolm

weapons that strike and kill from out of thin air

(Refrain)

So I dream of a day when man will listen

to the dire warnings we provide

and with the chains of sober sane discussion

End the wretched's cruel genocide