Sitting on the sands of foreign shores
  What will it take to make you see the light
  Yesterday's patronizing tears
  To prove the gods, wrong or right
  
  The road to ancient prophecies is long
  When will everyobdy sing your song
  Fearful foes emerging from the past
  We're marching on to Iliad at last
  See the battles strewn upon the floor
  Hear the cries of victory and pain
  Twice this day your future lies ahead
  Painful suffering amidst a gain
  
  Priam's cities sees it's heroes fall
  Into your hands, what does this mean
  Egos surging like a demon spawned
  Mind engulfed in a fog-crested dream