v) Hector's Final Hour

 Here inside the walls of Troy, the gods weigh my fate
 From this bay do I abstain, to a memory of hate 
 To pay for all the blood that spilled the many thousands i did kill 
 No walls can contain the gods' almighty will

 I hear the silent voices I cannot hide
 The gods leave no choices so we all must die
 Oh Achilles let thy arrows fly, into the wind, where eagles cross the sky
 Today my mortal blood will mix with sand it was foretold 
 I will die by thy hand into Hades my soul descend