Achilles can be wise or dumb,
But still his heart was strong and numb.
His fallen soldiers and fallen maidens;
Shall reach and inherit the Land of Eden.
A strong and brave, O' dying god;
Strike your arrows not to this lad.
Aim not his heart or not his heart,
Cause you’ll just stumble and spill your art.
A wooden horse was destined to enter;
This high castles, it became its shelter.
But it was also destined to live in fire;
Burn! And reach the end of the wire.
We are all destined to live and die,
And we have no choice but to laugh and cry.
No one can live as a human immortal;
Thus let our legacy live, like Achilles and his fatal.