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