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Helen of Troy

Under the stars and across the seas
Sits a living goddess of the queens
Helen awaits on gilded thrones
Surrounded in chorus of lonely moans

Men come from all around the world
Knightly estates and marching hordes
Goddess arise in burning Troy
To meet the hordes in the void

They sign their own names
With shaking hands
Her void is filled with
Broken hearts of men
To see the beauty
And feel caress
Death is called Helen
Of Troy, The Goddess

Can you see her now
Statuesque and vain
Bow before her now
Do you dare to say her name?

Raven hair blows in the wind swept day
Under howling moons, out to play
Tears pour down tear-stained cheeks
As the beast sets out on the meek

Her chambers await down stone paths
Spider-webbed laced with death and wrath
She lays bare for your eyes to feast
Look beneath the skin and see the beast

Can you see her now
Statuesque and vain
Bow before her now
Do you dare to say her name?

Caress the flesh
And look in the eyes
As she strokes the way
To sacrifice

They sign their own names
With shaking hands
Her void is filled with
Broken hearts of men
To see the beauty
And feel caress
Death is called Helen
Of Troy, The Goddess