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By the gods of war he was made |
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never challenged by his prey |
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a demon, a warrior, a god |
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the keeper of his cause |
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The strongest of the strong |
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no matter the right or wrong |
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as far as the eye can see |
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he will never concede |
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Born into war is all that he's known |
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the seeds of terror are what he has sown |
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a maiden has never seen into his heart |
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and for this passion his soul will depart |
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The blade of Achilles is blessed by the gods |
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a slave to no man he fights for a cause |
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the strength of Achilles will render you cold |
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the might of Achilles shall never be sold |
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For the shores of Troy they set sail |
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when all before him failed |
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to avenge his cousin's life |
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a victim of the knife |
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Ten thousand fall that day |
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leaving as they feign to sail away |
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they take it, a gift behind the gates |
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soon will seal their fate |
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Achilles the brave that no man can kill |
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the arrow of fate across his heel |
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will be the fall of Achilles this day |
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the glory of Troy now fades away |
