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[Intro] [Verse] Beneath the shadow of Olympus' rage, A clash of kings and gods begins the stage. Agamemnon's pride, a priest's despair, Chryseis' fate hangs silent in the air. The plague descends, Apollo's deadly gift, As cries of anguish through the campfire drift. The Greeks in armor, now the heavens curse, A leader's scorn turns bad to something worse. [Pre-Chorus] Apollo, hear! From high upon your throne, Cast down your arrows, let your wrath be known. The sacred priest, his tears have reached your ears, Unleash your fury, confirm our darkest fears. [Chorus] Wrath of the gods, wrath of the men, Tears through the heart of the Grecian glen. What is the cost of pride’s cruel game? A land in flames, by our own hand claimed. [Verse] In tents of silk, the quarrel loudly grows, Between the mighty, the seeds of discord sow. Achilles' anger, a bitter edge to his words, A hero's pride, too swiftly unsheathed swords. Agamemnon, king, yet not above the fray, Demands obedience, yet more he must pay. Each stubborn heart, each unbending will, Draws down the storm, the prophecy fulfill. [Bridge] Oh, muse of fire, sing us a tale of woe, Of heroes fallen and the tears that flow. For pride’s cost is etched in sands of time, In whispered winds, in poets’ somber rhyme. [Chorus] Wrath of the gods, wrath of the men, Tears through the heart of the Grecian glen. What is the cost of pride’s cruel game? A land in flames, by our own hand claimed.