Twelve days ago he came to us
Seeking blood for blood
But now we burn at his King's hand
And the streets are but gore and mud

Our mightiest went to meet him
Before the city gates
We watched as the Lion took him
As our son went to meet his fate

An arrow, horse and rider
Would be set in history
As the three who slew the Lion
For the hope of their country

A mighty horse rode toward us
With hide of iron and wood
At Poseidon's house he rested
Under the Aegean dusk's grey hood

As the night grew steadily deeper
The city's mouth stretched wide
And the insatiable lust for conquest
Swept in on the waning tide

His golden death-mask glitters
In the light of burning stone
His foes stand across the river
They say 'Brother, welcome home!'