And Woe Succeeds Woe.

The Ugliest Man Was He Who Came To Troy; With Squinting Eyes And One Distorted Foot.

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.

I Too Shall Lie In The Dust When I Am Dead, But Now Let Me Win Noble Renown.

Will Cast The Spear And Leave The Rest To Jove.

Come, Weave Us A Scheme So I Can Pay Them Back! Stand Beside Me, Athena, Fire Me With Daring, Fierce As The Day We Ripped Troy's Glittering Crown Of Towers Down. Stand By Me - Furious Now As Then, My Bright-eyed One - And I Would Fight Three Hundred Men, Great Goddess, With You To Brace Me, Comrade-in-arms In Battle!