Fight!

Your sons have come to kill you... Those, whom you birthed, of Hellene and Barbarian mother, who once worshiped you as Gods, now desecrate your name. Bastards, they are the enemies at your gate, rejoicing in your slaughter. You raised them from dust and taught them everything…quenched their thirst in the Pierian Spring, and inebriated yourself in fame. Treacherous and frothing scum, they rebel in desire to possess your eternal glory and extinguish your flame. Your sons have come to kill you … dedicated to my soul's eternal lover...greece