The oath of the Gods, this day was fulfilled In the hear of the battle, Hector was k**ed See him Patroclus, down in the dust Rejoice in his d**h my aymbol of trust A dozen highborn youths, have been k**ed Cutting their throats their blood was all spilled Their bodies set at the foot of your fire With oxen , sheep and two of yours hounds Your funeral Pyre high off the ground Hector's body dragged three times around I will carry the torch to your funeral Pyre I will ask of the wind to send high your fire Hector's blood will not be washed from my body Until your body is burned A prophecy spoken a promise fulfilled More blood will be spilled, more will be k**ed