And nobody gives a damn
You´re like a prophetess of Troy
You wanted to reeducate Man
At the gates a horse stands
The town – king of old morals buries
No one fears the gift of the Danaans
At daybreak grin the Erinyes
You stray, in and out, day and night
Boy, if you want some advice, sit
You did what you did, but after that fight
Maybe, the time has come to quit
Achaeans rope down from the horse's hull
Bloodstains smear the altar´s base
Our moral peers softly kill and lull
In stars, does the Age of Aquarius bring grace?