作曲 : The Mechanisms
 Deep in my cups and my whiskey
 Sometimes the screaming will cease
 Free-flowing tears fall unnoticed
 Numbness my only release
 Some soldiers will tell you that warfare
 Is just one more title for Hell
 I wonder if devils get nightmares
 Of all of their victims as well
 Broken horses, staring and still
 Broken horses, like all those I killed
 Broken horses, riding me down
 Broken horses
 Broken horses
 See, Ulysses the drunk was once Ulysses the soldier,
 and a high-ranking one too.
 So it was they found themselves fighting at the siege of Ilium some twenty years ago.
 It was a brutal war of attrition against one of the best-defended districts of the city.
 A war that Ulysses the soldier was determined to win.
 After a decade of fighting
 Still their defences stood firm
 Heartless and cunning and scheming
 Victory I would confirm
 Offering peace and departing
 We honoured our valiant foes
 A statue that I had designed them
 Sending a message of hope
 And broken horses, all that I built were
 Broken horses, shattered by guilt
 Broken horses, I can't outrun these
 Broken horses
 Broken horses
 Ulysses proposed a solution.
 Peace and independence for Ilium, free from the city’s clutches.
 Accords were drawn up, treaties were signed,
 and to commemorate this historic occasion, a vast statue was commissioned,
 honouring the districts' history as famed breeders of horses,
 back when such beasts still existed.
 It was scanned for bioweapons, it was scanned for explosives, it was scanned for hidden soldiers.
 None were found.
 And the gift was accepted, and joy was unconfined.
 It was not, however,
 scanned for a faint, almost inaudible signal being broadcast of Ulysses’ own design,
 intended to gradually drive the listener to madness.
 Within a week, all in Ilium was ripping and rending and tearing and blood.
 When they finally opened the gates, there were none left alive.
 The war was over.
 Sometimes it’s hard to remember
 The city was not always here
 Animals long since extinguished
 Roaming with nothing to fear
 Once they were known as equestrians
 And Ilium honoured its past
 Statues are all that remain now
 Their riders have fallen at last
 From broken horses, silent and stone
 Broken horses, like cracked and fractured bone
 Broken horses, all because of me
 Broken horses
 Broken horses
 Broken...