GODS OF THE PROARCHÉIA:
Battleships sail ahead over the ocean of Sorrow,
Deployment of armadas.
ÉPHAPSAMÉNÉE:
Braves!
Destroy this fleet!
Fight!
GODS OF THE PROARCHÉIA:
Defeat!
ÉPHAPSAMÉNÉE:
Héménaï is breaking of the floods,
We must face her anger.
None shall retreat!
We are in crushing odds.
I'll bring you down, Xunisopantès,
For your treason.
I'll take your lives,
Each of you, Pharmelides!
Fear our naval superiority!
GODS OF THE PROARCHÉIA:
Charge! Bold!
Stand! k**!
ÉPHAPSAMÉNÉE:
Companions came off in the storm!
Put the enemy's fleet to flight!
I can see their flagship
Beyond the fog.
Hoist us up to her side,
Avenge our deads!
CHOIR:
Trust to fate, glorious king,
At close range with the god of wrath.
Brave the fury of the seas,
Cruelty, intervention,
- Floods have blown off your sword -
Disarmed...
Chest exposed...
Disaster falls on our people,
Battleaxe is throwing down!