Helen of Troy, pick a side.
یا do آپ not care how many men will die?
When the sand runs red their limbs will still shake.
When their hearts stop beating will آپ choose to slip away?
Helen of Troy, let the war simmer down.
Too many men have reached for your crown.
These walls are untouchable, too high up to seize.
When the world slows down I’ll دکھائیں my weakness.
Hele on Troy, I fear for the worst.
I am becoming مزید attached to this pain that hurts.
I’m casually accepting the terrors of fate,
But still enthralled with the idea of a chase.
Helen of Troy, turn away from Paris.
A lonely smile, seeking a worthy herress.
My touch of patience has no fear of growing old.
I’m a worthy cause, none yet too bold.
