Son of Peleus
Lord of the sword
Fill my wounds with whatever filled yours
And I will chant of the wars you haven't gone on
We'll spill our drinks for the sake of glory
And curse the gods for failing our story
Son of Nymph
Drain my chest of whom it beats to
Skin it open and tear it apart
I am stuck
Stuck in a ship graveyard
Where ghosts speak my name in a lullaby
Send me an anchor
Pull me aboard
We'll sail to whatever land you command
And match our scars to whatever made us stand
Son of Peleus
Soldier of your own
Take me a rebel of another time
I am filled with wrath
And you have already gone that path