A stranger will come sent by the Gods His land lies destroyed A king comes to build a new throne Beautiful Ilium your name is well known Rumours have brought us the news of your fall I see your ruin I see my own I see my own Heroes of the land take your lances in your hands Put your armour on follow me to the shore We shall gather at the ships We shall face the foreign king We shall win Shores of my land, war will be soon Blood onto you Will flow as the flames will arise Powerful heroes your names will be known None will forget of your pride and your worth I see your ruin I warn you all Rumours of war Heroes of the land take your lances in your hands Put your armour on follow me to the shore We shall gather at the ships We shall face the foreign king We shall win No more I'll wonder at the sun rising From this waters deep Trojan ships are sailing through Heading for this land Merciless Gods who never mind Of mortal men my time is at hand but proud I will stand Souls of the elder welcome me when I have gone My fate is sealed my battle is lost And I am lost with my land All I have done after all it has been in vain. He comes from the fabled Troy Aeneas his name Shores of mine... Shores in flames.