ACHILLES,
BORN FROM A TRAGEDY, DIPPED IN DIVINITY
GOLDEN HAIRED, GLORY CHILD
THE SEA WEEPS FOR YOU
MOUNTAINS CRUMBLE FOR YOU
BUT YOU DO NOT CARE
PORCELAIN SKIN TAINTED WITH CRIMSON
YOUR HEART BURNED WITH HIS ON THE PYRE
ACHILLES,
WHO LOVED SO FIERCELY THAT ALL OF TROY COULD NOT SURVIVE YOUR RAGE
SO YOU BEAT THE EARTH WITH YOUR BLOODIED FISTS
AND VOW TO LEAVE THE WORLD IN YOUR DUST
EVEN THE HEAVENS WILL FEEL YOUR FLAME
ACHILLES,
SPEAR POLISHED WITH BLOOD
YOU ARE READY TO MEET HIM IN THE STARS
