Son of cronus I beg thee
For I’ve fought and lost to the sea
Set me free of this dreadful fate
Being bound to this dreary cave
Past a longing worth of seven years
In lamentation bleeding sanguine tears
At last arrives the herald of the gods
Allowing my return to slay the suitor dogs
Through the mortal blood of the foul
I have come to take my throne
The bright eyed goddess of war
As my shield and my guard
From the ends of the earth
Of suffering and sorrow comes morth
The stars watched as he wearily trod
The man born under the aegis of gods