The end of the war, a giant wooden hollow horse
 Sacred by gods, filled with soldiers and a driving force
 People of Troy ignored this terrible warning
 self-fulfilling prophecy, surrounded by great secrecy

 Living in a bad dream
 Misfortune never seen
 By the sun, the curse and spell
 I have found my own [bad word] 
 At the walls of sorrow
 Clouds are changing into black
 There will be no tomorrow
 No regrets, no turning back

 At the walls of sorrow
 Clouds are changing into black
 We are lost in the morrow
 No regrets, no turning back

 At the end of the day we're standing in a river of blood
 Swords up in the sky, boots deep in the deadly mud
 Dividing the spoil, ships lying proud in the wind
 Drenched is all the earth, we are leaving behind

 Living in a bad dream
 Misfortune never seen
 By the sun, the curse and spell
 I have found my own [bad word] 
 At the walls of sorrow
 Clouds are changing into black
 There will be no tomorrow
 No regrets, no turning back

 At the walls of sorrow
 Clouds are changing into black
 We are lost in the morrow
 No regrets, no turning back

8. Call Of The Sirens

 My journey began after the war of Troy
 I lost many a friend, my faith and my joy
 Trouble started as we dazzled the cyclops
 We're punished with pain more than words can say

 Only the blind can see
 Only the deaf can hear
 Only the dead can fell
 The magic of our symphony
 Only the blind will see
 Only the deaf will hear
 Only the dead will fell
 On the island of serenity

 It's the call of the sirens
 It's the call of the dead
 It's the call of the sirens
 It's the call of the dead

 Winds were a gift - ensure a safe return
 Fools set winds loose, hearts began to burn
 Our ship drifted off far away from my home
 My journey starts again, my heart cries despair