Testo The Glory Of Achilles

The oath of the Gods, this day was fulfilledIn the hear of the battle, Hector was killedSee him Patroclus, down in the dustRejoice in his death my aymbol of trustA dozen highborny ouths, have been killedCutting their throats their blood was all spilledTheir bodies set at the foot of your fireWith oxen , sheep and two of yours houndsYour funeral Pyre high off the groundHector's body dragged three times aroundI will carry the torch to your funeral PyreI will ask of the wind to send high your fireHector's blood will not be washed from my bodyUntil your body is burnedA prophecy spoken a promise fulfilledMore blood will be spilled, more will be killed