Come, heed Mycenae, Thebes and Sparta!
Come heroes, come from near and far to
blot out the stain the lowly Trojans
dared to deliver Menelaus.
The fates are destined to obey us;
The Oracle's famed theologians
predict adventure, wealth and glory.
The stuff of myth and allegory.
Come meet the best Greece has to offer
and sail to fill both trunk and coffer.
A thousand ships will sail together
Ajax, Odysseus, Achilles.
We'll sacrifice young bulls and fillies,
and ask Poseidon for good weather
Then sail to land on Troy's white beaches.
As Priam frets over his riches.
Come be the one that slays good Hector
And if you fall, Elysian nectar
will fill you with its potent spirit
and maidens with the grace of Graces
veils do not hide their lovely faces
They'll dance for you. Death, do not fear it!
Come, share the spoils with Agamemnon.
May cowards stay, fate favors them -- none.
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