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