glory

alone in bed, Achilles found his path
he'll lead his Myrmidons back into war
too long the Greeks have borne his wounded wrath
campaigning for that wayward Spartan whore
to snatch my Briseus is an affront
no less than Paris offer to his host
'though all Achaea mustered for that cunt
without me they're doomed on this Asian coast
let Agamemnon preen on his high throne
the soldiers know who shakes Hektor with dread
Peleides will turn this tide alone
and might as well now Patrokles lies dead
let others claw for honors in this life
the great king's got a date with his wife's knife