two of them were my friends
by Poseidon orders they took
into crumbs every polis turn
and eat it with mouths of wrath
behold the messenger
a word to utter and then flee
times have changed but you Poseidon the same remain
Sisyphus oh my friend, Prometheus my dear comrade
fallen for the will of others
fallen for the phantasy
but the wind will blow again
earthly wishes will come true
no more deaths shall remain
there will be life and love anew