[BRISEIS]
Hmm...

[BRISEIS, IPHIS, & DIOMEDE]
Ahh...

[IPHIS]
So pick a fight
So call on hell
So blame it on some girl

[DIOMEDE]
Her lover’s pissed
And just as well
You snatch his bronze and pearls

[IPHIS]
Who tells of how we suffered?
Who sings about our laughter?
We build our fires
There is no after

[DIOMEDE]
We’ve heard your people’s stories
You call us wives and daughters
By ancient pyres
We grieve the slaughter
We cry laments to make you hear
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