chours line song 2

They famous ships that on a day were brought to land at Troy by those countless oars. What time ye led the nearest dance, where the dolphin music loving rolled and gamboils around your dusky brows, escorting Achilles, nimble son of Tetris, when he went to Agamemnon, to the banks of Trojan cenosis. When Nedras left Eboia's strand, bringing up from Hephaestus' golden forge the harness he had fashioned for what warriors use, him long they sought O Perilin and O Cispers, raging from sacred glens at the peaks of Neamthia, where his knightly sire was training up a light for Helas, even the sea-sorn son of Tetris, a warrior swift to help the son of Atreus. One that came from Ilium and set foot on the haven of Napolea, told me that on the circle of thy farm, phrase charged, O son of Tetris, was wrought this blazing, a terror to the Pygothrians. On the rim of Buckler, Perseus, with the winged sandals, was bearing in his hands, across the main, the Goron's head, just severed by the aid of Hermes, the messenger of Zeus, that royal god whom Maia borne, while in the center of the shield the sun's bright orb flashed light on the backs of his winged coursers. There too was the heavenly chorus of stars, Pellidus and Hydeus, to Dazel Hector's eyes and made him flee, and upon his gold-forged helm were sphinxes, bearing in their talons the prayer of which the minstrels sing. On his breastplate was Lioness, breathing flame, her eyes upon Pientia's seed, in eagerness to rend it. There too, in murderous fray, four-footed steeds were prancing, while over their backs approached dark clouds of dust, but he who led these warriors stout was slain by wedding thee, magnificent child of Tetris. Wherefore shall the gods of heaven one day send thee to thy doom, and I shall yet live to see the sword at thy throat, drinking its crimson tide.