Agamemnon:
Are they all to die for me,
All these hearts that beat so vividly?
Will they hush and fall into the growing silence
All because of me?

O you gods, let me return
Where the silver waves kiss the bright sands
For an ache deep inside of me burns
Bid me flee these darkened lands
And there's something in me crying
For silence can crush my heart, as well
How many souls will wilt? Who can count the ones that fell?

I remember being young,
When I hated the prison of home
But the sky's just another jail
Strangle-blue with clouds of bone.
And there's something in me crying
For inside my blood is just as red.
How many hearts must hush, Gods,
Before this war is fed?